A Business Tycoon For Forty Years, I Misjudged My Wronged Granddaughter Chapter 04

A Business Tycoon For Forty Years, I Misjudged My Wronged Granddaughter Chapter 04

Sienna lowered her head and took a slow sip of soup, like she was starving but didn’t want anyone to notice.

[Didn’t eat enough at lunch. So hungry.]

My chest tightened. I spoke. “Sienna, what did you eat for lunch today?”

She blinked. Probably surprised I’d even ask. “Forgot.”

I closed my eyes for a moment.

When I opened them again, the last bit of hesitation was gone.

I called to the kitchen staff. “Fix her something hot.”

Sienna frowned. “It’s fine.”

I ignored her. “Chicken noodle soup. A soft scramble. And some warm milk.”

Julian looked surprised. “Mom, she said she already ate.”

I glanced at him. “I was talking to the kitchen staff. Not you.”

His smile faltered for a split second, then recovered.

Cole said quietly, “Grandma, this will make her think she can get special treatment just by acting out.”

I set my fork down. “Acting out how?”

Cole hesitated.

I kept going. “From the moment she sat down, you’ve all been talking about her spending, her late fees, her

attitude.”

“How many words has she actually said?”

The table went silent.

Sienna was stunned too.

She looked at me, her guard not dropping. If anything, it deepened.

[What’s this?]

[The old woman’s trying a new angle today?]

Something twisted in my chest.

But I’ve lived long enough to know patience.

When the hot soup arrived, I pushed the bowl toward her.

“Eat.”

Sienna’s lashes trembled. She finally picked up the spoon.

The first bite went down, and her throat bobbed.

Like she’d been holding something back for a long time.

Sloane’s phone buzzed. She glanced at it and started to stand. “Mom, I have a call from Singapore. We’ll deal

with this tomorrow.”

“Sit down.”

She stopped. “Mom?”

I looked up at her. “You’re not going anywhere tonight.”

Sloane frowned. “This meeting is about the South Harbor debt restructuring.”

I said, “The debt will still be there tomorrow. But if we don’t get to the bottom of this, your daughter might not

be.”

The words landed like a grenade. Sloane’s face changed instantly.

Julian rushed in. “Mom, I think there’s a misunderstanding.”

“She’s just a teenager. You’re blowing this out of proportion.”

I let out a short laugh. “I hope it’s a misunderstanding too.”

I turned to the butler. “Lock the front and back gates.”

“From this moment on, anyone in this house can make calls. They can call their lawyers. But no one leaves

the estate.”

The butler froze for half a second, then nodded immediately.

This is my house. I’m not dead yet. No one else gets to call the shots.

Julian’s face finally shifted.

“Mom, what are you doing?”

I picked up my phone and dialed the family office’s chief accountant.

“Grant. Pull the original records, approval forms, delivery logs, and trust disbursement documents for Siennal Kensington from the past five years. Bring them to the estate immediately.”

Then I called Attorney Shaw.

“You too.”

“Every document involving minor asset management, large payments, and electronic signatures. Don’t leave anything out.”

Cole frowned. “Grandma, don’t you think this is a bit much?”

I looked at him. “What are you afraid of?”

His expression tightened for a moment.

Then he slipped right back into that polished look. “I just don’t think family business needs to be handled this

way.”

I said coldly, “If something stinks, locking the doors won’t hide it.”