Justice for Wronged Grandma Chapter 01

Justice for Wronged Grandma Chapter 01

My grandfather was a thief.

He stole my grandmother’s name.

He stole her identity as an educated woman.

Then he left the remote valley with another woman.

One became a law professor, standing on a podium talking about justice.

The other became a celebrated painter, speaking on camera about integrity.

But my grandmother was trapped in that valley her entire life.

Labeled a social outcast, spat on by everyone around her.

She died with her eyes wide open.

Fifty years passed.

I escaped that valley, lifted up by two generations of sacrifice—my grandmother and my mother.

I became a partner at Apex Legal Group, one of the most elite firms in the country.

It was graduation season.

I sat in the chair of the chief interviewer.

Across from me sat a girl.

Polished, poised, the top graduating student from Westbrook University School of Law.

I flipped through her resume, page by page.

I stopped at the family information section.

I stared at the names for a long time.

I looked up at her and said softly,

“You didn’t pass.”

The smile froze on her face.

“Pardon me?”

I closed the file and spoke louder.

“I said you did not pass.”

The other interviewers exchanged confused looks.

Kael, the lawyer to my left, leaned over and whispered quietly.

“Elara, she’s only twenty. She’s won the National Moot Court Championship, published six papers in top-tier law reviews. She’s an incredible candidate. Please reconsider.”

He spoke softly, but the room was deadly quiet.

The girl heard every word.

Her back straightened instantly.

“I’ve made my decision clear,” I pushed the file aside. “Corinne Crane, you did not pass my interview. Please leave the room.”

Every breath in the room stopped for a second.

The girl’s expression finally broke.

She planted her hands on the table and stood up.

“What is the meaning of this?”

I said nothing.

I just stared at her face.

The shape of her eyes, her nose, her jawline.

It was painfully identical to the old photo I’d stared at for thirty years.

My hands clenched into fists.

Corinne frowned, glared at me, and snapped,

“Do you know who I am?”

“My grandfather is Silas Crane, professor emeritus at Westbrook Law.”

“My grandmother is Marlow Veyra, lifetime fellow of the National Art Academy.”

“My parents were both High Court Justices before they passed. Everyone in law knows their names.”

“I graduated first in my class from Westbrook, the best law school in the country.”

Her confidence swelled with every sentence.

By the end, she was almost looking down on me.

“Tell me. Why am I not qualified?”

“Grades are only one part of it,” I said calmly.

“In this profession, I care far more about good character and a clean background.”

“As for your family…”

I paused. The file crumpled in my tight grip.

“They do NOT count as a plus here.”

“Please leave.”

Corinne froze.

It was clearly the first time she’d ever been publicly rejected. Her face flushed red.

“This is malicious targeting!”

She grabbed her papers off the table and pointed at me.

“Elara Voss, you’ll regret this! One word from my grandfather, and you’ll be finished in this industry!”

With that, she turned and stormed out.

Before she left the door, she glanced back at me.

Her eyes were full of hatred.

“Elara, you…” two other interviewers started to speak.

I held up a hand and cut them off.

“Continue. Send in the next candidate.”

The next three applicants were excellent.

Back in my office, I set their files on my desk.

Jax Holden, senior partner at the firm, burst in.

“Elara, are you insane? Why did you reject Corinne?”

“Do you have any idea who her family is?”

He spoke faster than usual.

“Her grandfather is Silas Crane, professor emeritus at Westbrook Law—our long-term partner! Rejecting his granddaughter, do you understand the consequences?”

“Release the offer immediately. Hire her!”

“Too late,” I stared straight at him.

“I already sent her file back to the university.”

Jax’s face went stiff.

Then his phone rang.

He looked down at the screen, and his expression turned pale.

Without another word, he grabbed his phone and strode out.

Before he left, he shot me a glare.

It told me I’d started a war.

But I wasn’t afraid.

I’d been waiting for this day for far too long.