Impulsive Vow to an Enigmatic Husband

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Chapter 1121

Cornelia had once toyed with such a notion, but she’d shot it down before it even look full shape. When Alfredo

dropped that bombshell, Cornelia’s mind went blank, speechless.

Alfredo kept going. “Your grandpa Walter died young, and you’ve never seen his face. You guys don’t even have a

single photo of him at home, right?”

Cornelia didn’t respond. Alfredo was spot on. She’d never seen her grandpa, and there were no photos of him at

home. All she knew about him were stories from her grandma.

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Cornelia vaguely remembered that every time her grandma brought up her grandpa, her mood would turn sour.

Hence, she gradually stopped broaching the topic.

Cornelia always thought her grandma felt grieved when talking about grandpa because he died young due to

illness. So when she grew up, she hardly ever mentioned grandpa in front of grandma, and grandma rarely initiated

any conversations about him either. Could there be some skeleton in the

closet?

Alfredo answered Cornelia’s question, “I had people look into it. Your dad Hawthorne and your uncle Robison were

both raised single–handedly by your grandma. There’s no Walter.”

So if grandpa didn’t exist, where did her dad come from?

Cornelia blurted out, “No way! Absolutely no way!”

Alfredo said, “You’re smart. I think you’ve figured it out.”

Cornelia didn’t respond. Indeed, all the pieces seemed to fit if she thought about it.

Alfredo didn’t give Cornelia time to ponder. He pulled out a report from behind, “This is a test report I had done

after seeing you this morning. It confirms you’re indeed a Duran.”

Again, Cornelia didn’t respond. With one thing after another coming out of left field, she was at a loss.

Alfredo continued, “This is something only you and I know. I don’t want a third person to find out. Can you promise

me that?”

Cornelia asked, “Why?”

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Alfredo went on, “My brother, suffering from the loss of his wife and child, has been living like a zombie for

decades. Now he’s finally found something else to hold onto, finally able to face the loss of his family. I don’t want

him to know the truth. If he knew his wife had died recently and he’d spent so many years looking for her, he’d

crumble.”

Cornelia got it, but she had more questions, “How can you be so sure my grandma was Grandpa Duran’s wife?”

Alfredo said, “There’s a picture of your grandma when she was young in Augustine’s room. You can take a look.”

Cornelia asked, “If you don’t want Grandpa Duran to know about me, why are you telling me?”

Alfredo said, “I’m telling you the truth to put your mind at ease. I’m willing to recognize you as my granddaughter,

and all of Augustine’s wealth will be yours. No one can contest that as long as I’m around.”