Chapter 245: Chapter 245: Do You Know With What Resolve She Threw Herself at You?

Sophia Shaw lowered her eyes and chuckled softly.

’He makes it sound like I ever relied on Vincent Grant, as if he was ever there to back me up.’

Chad Jennings was unsettled by her laughter, but he pressed on with his threats. "I’m telling you, don’t burn all your bridges. At least in the future, you’ll still have me, your father, to support you!"

"Once you’re out of the picture, Joanna will be able to marry Vincent soon. I’ll still be his father-in-law, and he’ll be able to help me get back on my feet with no effort at all!"

When it came to the divorce, Chad Jennings thought Sophia Shaw was being utterly foolish.

"He might be able to help you get back on your feet, but the Sawyer Family isn’t just going to stand by and watch!"

A cold, harsh voice came from behind them.

Levin Sawyer strode toward them, his frigid gaze fixed on Chad Jennings. "For every bit of help someone from the Grant family gives you, I’ll destroy twice as much!"

He stood shoulder to shoulder with Sophia Shaw, looking down at Chad Jennings with contempt. "I’d love to see what happens faster—Vincent Grant helping you, or my Sawyer family destroying you!"

Seeing Levin Sawyer, the color drained from Chad Jennings’s face once again.

In all of Crestfall, the only ones who could go toe-to-toe with Vincent Grant were the Sawyers!

’Can’t mess with them!’

"Get out!"

Chad Jennings didn’t dare linger. He stumbled away in a panic.

"Levin, what are you doing here?" Sophia Shaw asked.

Levin Sawyer rubbed his nose.

"Just... came to check on things."

Sophia Shaw clearly noticed a flash of guilt in his eyes, though she couldn’t guess what he had to feel guilty about.

She glanced around.

She overheard someone walking by say, "The gorgeous Sylvia Jacobs is here for a studio shoot today. We’re in for a treat."

The name Sylvia Jacobs made Sophia Shaw’s eyes flicker with understanding.

If she remembered correctly, Levin Sawyer and Sylvia Jacobs were childhood friends who grew up together.

Mrs. Sawyer had even said that Sylvia Jacobs had a dynamic, creative personality, daring to think and do anything. As a child, Levin Sawyer had admired her most, following her around every day.

Sylvia Jacobs wasn’t a star in the ordinary sense; she was a beautiful woman who dared to climb Mount Everest and engage in extreme survival in the wild.

This was precisely why the Grant Group had chosen her to be the spokesperson for their new brand of off-road vehicles.

’Her presence and personality are a perfect match for Levin.’

Mrs. Sawyer had also mentioned that Sylvia Jacobs was three years older than Levin Sawyer.

’There’s a saying: an older woman makes a man rich and prosperous. This relationship has a real shot.’

Sophia Shaw covered her mouth with her hand to hide a smile and pointed toward the Grant Group’s building. "The photoshoot area is over there."

"Well, see you later, Levin."

Levin Sawyer looked completely baffled.

’I came to gauge Sophia’s attitude about Vincent Grant’s apology. What am I going to a photo shoot for?’

By the time he snapped out of it, Sophia Shaw had already disappeared through the main entrance of the Zenith Headquarters.

’Even if I go look for her now, she’ll be working. It’s better not to disturb her.’

Levin Sawyer had also overheard the passersby.

’Well, since I’m here, I might as well go see her.’

Levin Sawyer strode in that direction.

As Levin Sawyer entered the Grant Group’s main gate, Sophia Shaw was in one of Zenith’s external glass elevators, watching his retreating back through the transparent wall.

She couldn’t help but smile again.

’Levin’s even started learning how to look after children for Sylvia’s sake. They must be getting serious.’

’It’s a good thing. Mrs. Sawyer has been hoping for a daughter-in-law for a long time.’

「The Grant Estate.」

Vincent Grant’s long fingers held his phone as he swiped through page after page.

The unfair treatment Sophia Shaw had endured had all been compiled by Timothy Morgan. Even though Vincent had already realized he had hurt Sophia deeply, seeing this detailed documentation still shocked him.

The further he scrolled, the graver his expression became.

His lips pressed into a tighter line.

"Why are you putting yourself through this?" Miles Grant asked softly as he walked over.

"Airing your own dirty laundry... Sophia might not accept it, and you’ve thrown the company into turmoil."

Vincent Grant gave a bitter, sorrowful smile.

"If you’ve done something wrong, you have to admit it!"

Miles Grant looked at his younger brother with profound depth.

The outside world called him impulsive, saying he completely lacked the composure an entrepreneur should have.

Even shareholders of the Grant Group were saying they had misjudged him.

Vincent Grant came from a family with deep roots in the military and government; he was destined to be unlike those purely commercial businessmen who put profit above all else.

After all, he hadn’t started the company for money in the first place.

Miles Grant said nothing.

’Compared to Vincent, I seem even worse.’

"Brother, there’s still time, right?"

Vincent Grant asked softly.

Miles Grant froze.

He knew what Vincent was asking.

He was asking: ’If I repent now, is it still not too late?’

Ever since they were young, Vincent had always been the most decisive of the brothers. Whatever he wanted to do, he did immediately. In Miles’s memory, Vincent never had doubts, only action.

This was the first time he had ever asked him, his older brother, for an answer.

Miles couldn’t give him an answer. He only said, "Dad’s looking for you. It’s almost certainly about your apology this time. You should prepare yourself."

Vincent Grant closed his eyes.

’There has to be a chance.’

’Sophia came to me because of love. As long as there is love, there’s still room to salvage everything.’

’For the rest of my life, I will treat her with all my sincerity.’

He would tell her that he had actually been drawn to her stubbornness and uniqueness from the moment they first met.

His waiting at the intersection day after day wasn’t just driven by a sense of justice.

It was only after she disappeared without a word that he buried this faint stirring in his heart.

His hatred all these years wasn’t just because she had climbed into his bed or targeted Joanna Sherman. It was because the girl who had once made his heart flutter turned out to be so black-hearted.

It was a conviction,

shattered.

When Vincent Grant went to find Julian Grant, he saw Old Mrs. Grant downstairs.

Old Mrs. Grant was standing by the roadside, facing a weeping willow, her eyes exceptionally red.

Tears streamed down her aged face.

Sue stood beside her, her heart aching with sympathy, but she didn’t try to comfort her.

In all his life, it was the first time Vincent Grant had ever seen his grandmother cry.

He walked over, lowered his head, and said softly, "Grandma."

Old Mrs. Grant turned to him, her face filled with disappointment. "Vincent, how could you!"

He knew why Old Mrs. Grant was crying, and he knew he was about to be scolded, but he had no intention of running away.

Old Mrs. Grant looked at her most-favored grandson, her heart feeling as if it were being twisted by a knife.

"I always knew you weren’t good to Faye, but I just thought you were a little cold in your daily life. But you even... her career... How could you destroy a person like that?"

If Vincent hadn’t exposed it himself, she would have never known that the unfair treatment Sophia Shaw suffered was so severe!

Vincent Grant remained silent, but his back was not as straight as it used to be.

His shoulders slumped.

From beginning to end, he offered no defense.

But Old Mrs. Grant was no longer in the mood to talk to him. She waved her hand dismissively. "Go on."

She turned her head away, not sparing him another glance.

Vincent Grant stood in silence for a moment, then nodded and turned to walk upstairs.

Once his figure was out of sight, Old Mrs. Grant’s straight back suddenly slumped.

THUMP. THUMP. She beat her own chest.

"Accomplices! His grandfather and I, we’re both accomplices."

"How can we possibly face Faye? How can we show our faces..."

Sue hurried to support her.

Vincent Grant went upstairs, where Julian Grant was already waiting in the room.

He stood with his hands clasped behind his back, his phone tossed on the table opposite him.

The screen was still lit, displaying the page of Vincent Grant’s public apology.

Vincent Grant glanced at the phone and called out softly, "Dad."

He reached up to unbutton his suit jacket, then lowered his head and knelt in the center of the room.

On any other day, Julian Grant would have already called for someone to bring a rod and administer the family discipline.

This time, however, he remained silent.

"Wang, you may begin," Vincent Grant said, taking the initiative.

The guard, Wang, looked at Julian Grant with hesitation.

With his hands still behind his back, Julian Grant walked to the chair opposite Vincent and sat down, but he waved a hand at Wang.

He motioned for him to leave.

This was the first time Julian Grant hadn’t subjected Vincent to the family discipline.

He rested his hands on his knees, his mountain-like frame seeming to be weighed down by something. A heavy atmosphere filled the room.

After a long time, he finally spoke in a low voice. "Sophia Shaw actually didn’t want to marry you at first. It was your grandfather who pressured her relentlessly, telling her that if she didn’t marry you, your company’s IPO would fall through, and all your years of hard work would amount to nothing!"

"Your grandfather investigated her. He knew her family situation was unhappy, which is why she was so resistant to getting married. But Vincent, after hearing all that from your grandfather, she still chose to marry you."

"Do you have any idea what kind of resolve she had when she threw herself into a life with you?"