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The Surrogate He Discarded

Chapter 181: The Grandfather · Oct 11, 2026

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151 Chapter 151: The Weight Of Blood 2026-10-11
152 Chapter 152: Setting Him Up 2026-10-11
153 Chapter 153: His Memories of the Little Isobel 2026-10-11
154 Chapter 154: Her Decisive Act 2026-10-11
155 Chapter 155: The Weight Of A Confession 2026-10-11
156 Chapter 156: The Deep Connection 2026-10-11
157 Chapter 157: A Brother Or A Lover? 2026-10-11
158 Chapter 158: Charlotte’s Schemes 2026-10-11
159 Chapter 159: Charlotte’s Comeuppance 2026-10-11
160 Chapter 160: Baby Alex Took Offense 2026-10-11
161 Chapter 161: Trouble In The Family 2026-10-11
162 Chapter 162: The One Who Paid The Price 2026-10-11
163 Chapter 163: Charlotte’s Troubles 2026-10-11
164 Chapter 164: He Is Drifting Away 2026-10-11
165 Chapter 165: The Confession 2026-10-11
166 Chapter 166: Was He Wrong All Along? 2026-10-11
167 Chapter 167: The Truth Behind the Crash 2026-10-11
168 Chapter 168: The Storm That Was Kristoff 2026-10-11
169 Chapter 169: Forever Hold Your Peace 2026-10-11
170 Chapter 170: She Is Trending! 2026-10-11
171 Chapter 171: Breaking The Engagement 2026-10-11
172 Chapter 172: Charlotte’s Game 2026-10-11
173 Chapter 173: Kristoff’s Resolve 2026-10-11
174 Chapter 174: The Morning Guest 2026-10-11
175 Chapter 175: Their Protectiveness 2026-10-11
176 Chapter 176: Strangers in the Alley 2026-10-11
177 Chapter 177: Strangers in the Alley 2 2026-10-11
178 Chapter 178: Angels Without Wings 2026-10-11
179 Chapter 179: Angels Without Wings 2 2026-10-11
180 Chapter 180: Their Home 2026-10-11
181 Chapter 181: The Grandfather 2026-10-11
182 Chapter 182: A Name From The Past 2026-10-11
183 Chapter 183: A Daughter Returned 2026-10-11
184 Chapter 184: Emergency Room 2026-10-11
185 Chapter 185: The Plot Against Kristoff 2026-10-11
186 Chapter 186: The Man Who Was Kristoff 2026-10-11
187 Chapter 187: The Man That Was Kristoff 2 2026-10-11
188 Chapter 188: Attacked In The Hospital 2026-10-11
189 Chapter 189: Attacked In The Hospital 2 2026-10-11
190 Chapter 190: The Power Play Between Two CEOs 2026-10-11
191 Chapter 191: Scolded! 2026-10-11
192 Chapter 192: The Truth Came To Light 2026-10-11
193 Chapter 193: The Truth Came To Light 2 2026-10-11
194 Chapter 194: Who Is He? 2026-10-11
195 Chapter 195: The Man In The Shadows 2026-10-11
196 Chapter 196: Love Turned Hate 2026-10-11
197 Chapter 197: Unholy Alliance 2026-10-11
198 Chapter 198: Unholy Alliance 2 2026-10-11
199 Chapter 199: His Wolfish Ambition 2026-10-11
200 Chapter 200: The Visitors 2026-10-11

Isobel stood before the makeshift shelter, unable to bring herself to step inside.

The entrance was nothing more than a faded blue tarpaulin hanging from a length of rope. It fluttered weakly in the evening breeze, offering little protection from the cold or the prying eyes of strangers.

Randy and Yana stood beside her.

Neither child moved. Neither invited her in.

Their heads were lowered, their earlier excitement gone.

Isobel understood. They were ashamed.

And for the first time, she realized just how deeply ashamed they must have been of the place they called home.

She thought of the orphanage where she had grown up.

It had been crowded. The food had sometimes been barely enough. The children had shared everything, including their disappointments and their tears.

But at least there had been a real roof over her head. A wall that protected her from the rain. A bed to sleep in. A flushing toilet, even if it had to be shared by dozens of children.

Here, there was nothing.

Only a bridge as their roof.

A patch of ground.

And whatever scraps other people had thrown away.

Before Isobel could say anything, a harsh, labored cough came from inside.

Her expression changed.

”Let’s go meet your grandfather,” she said softly.

Randy swallowed. Then he reached for the tarpaulin, that served as the door.

”Aunt Bel...”

He hesitated.

Isobel placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder.

”It’s all right.”

Randy pushed the makeshift door aside.

The sight inside made Isobel’s chest tighten.

The compacted dirt floor had been covered with pieces of old tarpaulin. Along one side were flattened cardboard boxes piled several layers thick, serving as both insulation and bedding.

There was no proper bed and no furniture.

No light except for the weak glow that filtered in from outside.

And on the cardboard bedding lay an old man.

He was painfully thin.

His face was gaunt, his cheeks hollow, and his skin looked almost gray beneath the dim light. A faded blanket covered his lower body while one bony hand rested against his chest.

Another bout of coughing wracked his frail body.

Isobel instinctively stepped forward.

The old man struggled to catch his breath.

Then, hearing the children enter, he slowly opened his eyes.

For a moment, the pain in his face disappeared.

His gaze softened.

”Randy...”

His voice was little more than a rasp.

”Yana...”

The children hurried to his side.

”You’re finally back.”

The old man tried to sit up, but Randy quickly helped him.

”I was scared,” he whispered. ”I thought something had happened to you.”

”We’re all right, Grandpa,” Yana assured him.

She smiled brightly.

”Aunt Bel helped us. She bought us clothes and food. She even bought you a jacket.”

The old man blinked.

”Aunt Bel?”

He looked toward the entrance. His eyes settled on Isobel.

For a moment, nothing happened.

Then the color seemed to drain from his face.

He stared at her as though he were looking at a ghost.

Isobel felt something strange pass through her.

The old man’s breathing became uneven.

His trembling hand slowly rose from the blanket.

His eyes widened and his lips parted.

”No...”

The word came out as a breath.

Isobel frowned.

”Sir?”

The old man’s eyes never left her face. His lips began to tremble.

”Rosella?”

Isobel froze.

The name struck her like a sudden blow.

”Rosella...”

He said it again, but this time there was such tenderness in his voice that Isobel’s heart began pounding.

Tears gathered in his brown eyes.

”Rosella...”

He smiled. It was the smile of a man who had just been given something he had stopped hoping for long ago.

”Am I dying?”

The two children gasped.

Isobel stared at him.

The old man’s tears spilled freely down his cheeks.

”Is that why you’re here?”

His voice broke.

”Did you finally come to take me home?”

”Grandpa!”

Randy’s face filled with worry. He looked at Yana.

Their grandfather had been sick for days. His fever had been getting worse, and now he was seeing their dead grandmother.

He must be delirious and hallucinating.

Their grandmother, Rosella, had died many years ago, long before Randy and Yana were even born.

”Grandpa, she’s not Grandma,” Randy said gently. ”She’s Aunt Isobel. She helped us.”

The old man barely seemed to hear him.

”No...”

His eyes remained fixed on Isobel.

”How could I mistake her?”

His voice trembled with conviction.

”She is Rosella.”

He reached toward her with a shaking hand.

”My sweet sister...”

Isobel’s heart stopped.

His sister?

The old man was looking at her as though he knew her. As though he had been waiting for her. As though the face he saw before him belonged to someone he had loved and lost decades ago.

She slowly crouched beside him.

The smell of sickness and an unwashed body filled the cramped shelter, but she barely noticed.

She no longer saw the cardboard nor the dirty floor.

She did not see the torn tarpaulin and their miserable surroundings.

All she could see was the old man’s face.

His eyes were still fixed on hers. And in those eyes, she saw something that confused her.

Recognition!

Isobel’s voice came out barely above a whisper.

”Uncle...”

The old man’s expression softened.

Isobel swallowed.

”What is your name?”

The man stared at her as though the question itself had wounded him.

”You...”

His voice cracked.

”How could you forget your own brother’s name?”

Isobel’s breath caught.

Brother.

She turned slowly toward Randy. 𝑓𝑟ℯℴ𝓂

The boy looked confused but answered immediately.

”My grandpa’s name is Leon.”

He paused.

”Leon Lancey.”

Isobel’s entire body went still.

”Leon Lancey?”

She repeated the name under her breath.

Randy nodded.

”He has the same last name as you, Aunt Bel.”

The world seemed to tilt beneath her.

Lancey. Leon Lancey.

She had heard that name before, from the aunt in Greenvale.

A name buried deep inside the fragments of a past Isobel had spent years trying to understand.

Her mother’s only brother. The man she had never met.

Her eyes slowly returned to the sick old man before her.

He was still looking at her.

Still crying. Still calling her by another woman’s name.

”Rosella...”

Isobel’s lips trembled.

She looked at his weathered face again.

The old man closed his eyes. A tear slipped down his cheek.

”You finally came back, little sister.”

Isobel’s heart pounded violently against her ribs.

She couldn’t breathe.

Because suddenly, the impossible thought that had been forming in her mind was no longer impossible.

Isobel stared at the sick man lying beneath the bridge in stunned silence.

For years, she had wondered where she came from.

Now, beneath a bridge, surrounded by cardboard, tarpaulin, sickness, and poverty, she had finally met a living blood relative from her mother’s side.

Leon Lancey.

Her mother’s brother.

Her uncle.

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