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Chapter 4 The Husband Grace Chose For Her

Grace rummaged under the bed for a while before emerging with a box in her hands. She then went to quietly close the ward door. After locking it, she turned and opened the box before Natalie as if presenting a piece of treasure. "Eat, Nattie." In the box were a few pieces of mini fruit tarts. Natalie felt a searing heat in her eyes. As a child, she loved desserts, especially mini fruit tarts. Thus, Grace had the helpers to grow fruit trees in the Langley family's backyard. Once the harvesting season arrived, Grace would bring her to harvest the fruits and make mini fruit tarts together. Grace currently had the IQ of a six-year-old, but she remembered to save her favorite mini fruit tarts for Natalie. "Eat, Nattie." Grace urged Natalie. The latter nodded and placed a mini fruit tart into her mouth. The tarts had a rotten, sour taste to it. Who knew how long Grace had kept them hidden under the bed? Still, Natalie put all of them into her mouth without hesitation. "Nattie, I have something else to show you." Grace then pulled a photo out and handed it to Natalie. In the picture, a man with strikingly handsome features was dressed in a sleek suit. "This is the husband I selected for you, Nattie. Do you like him? Tyler is not great, so don't pick him, Nattie." Natalie couldn't contain her laughter. "Grandma, I'm not looking for a boyfriend now." Needless to say, Natalie did not tell Grace that the Langleys had kicked her out. Grace loved her and would never let her suffer. If Grace had been aware, she would have made an enormous scene. Had that happened, Victor and Diana would have thought that Natalie didn't want to leave the Langley family and tattled on them to Grace. Having said that, Natalie never expected Grace's expression to sink. Grace appeared furious and wronged, hugging Natalie as she slowly patted the back of her head. "I know that they don't want you anymore, Nattie. Don't cry, okay? I'll find you a better husband. The man in the picture is coming here soon." Natalie was shocked. She couldn't be bothered about the picture and asked anxiously, "Grandma, what do you know?" Grace pouted and immediately cried. "Selena returned home, and she snatched Tyler from you. It's okay, Nattie. I'll find a better one for you. "Look at the picture. The man's name is Marcus Holden, the grandson of my godbrother. He's rich, handsome, and definitely better than Tyler by a hundredfold. Marry him and piss Selena and Tyler off, Nattie." Most importantly, Marcus could protect her beloved Nattie and ensure the Langleys couldn't mistreat her. The three from the Langley family were good-for-nothing, ungrateful traitors. Natalie had been gentle and kind since she was a child. If no one protected her, she would be ripped apart by the Langleys with nothing to spare. "Marcus is coming to see me soon. Remember to be on your best behavior, Nattie. You're so beautiful and have such an amazing personality. Marcus would be mesmerized by you even if you just blinked. Marry him, and you'll become Mrs. Holden." Grace added sternly, "The Langleys and Tyler will be nothing to you if you marry Marcus. Then, you'll be able to look down on them from the top of the world, Nattie! After you marry Marcus, you can bring him back to the Langleys and give them a piece of your mind." Natalie was taken aback by what she heard and took some time to regain her senses. Grace had selected a husband for her without her knowledge. Grace thought about Marcus' perfectly handsome face, significantly reducing her displeasure toward the Langleys. She happily said, "Marcus is really rich, Nattie." … A tall and slender man stood at the entrance of Grace's room. The man, with strikingly sharp eyebrows and piercing eyes, exuded elegance. He was a living embodiment of grace and regality. He was Marcus Holden, the man Grace had mentioned. Upon his grandfather's orders, Marcus had come to the nursing home to visit his grandfather's godsister, Grace Langley. He never expected to overhear their conversation as soon as he arrived. Marcus couldn't help but think that a woman who would marry a better man she had never met before to spite her ex-fiancé was simply selfish and cheap. Did they take him for a fool? Grace's granddaughter was abandoned as a marriage prospect, and Marcus was expected to pick up the pieces. What did Grace mean by a beautiful woman with an amazing character who could mesmerize him just by blinking? Did they think he had never seen a woman before, that he was desperate enough to take in just anyone? Marcus threw the gifts in his hand into the trash can and left. A woman so superficial deserved to be dumped. He intended to tell his grandfather just how ridiculous his godsister was. If his godsister was like this, her granddaughter wouldn't be much different. Marcus left the nursing home and called Charles Holden, his grandfather. "Grandpa, I can't fulfill my duty in visiting Grandma Grace. Find someone else. I have important matters to attend to at the branch office, so I need to head there now." "Punk, what are you talking about? Say it one more time." Marcus pulled the phone away from his ear, hearing Charles' booming voice on the other end before firmly hanging up. He then walked to the car and opened the door. "Ethan, start the car." "Yes, Mr. Holden." As Ethan Carter, Marcus' assistant, was about to start the car, Charles called. "Mr. Holden, it's Mr. Holden Senior," said Ethan. "Answer it." "Yes, sir." Ethan quickly answered, "Hello, Mr. Holden Senior. It's Ethan." Charles began to speak. "Ethan, is Marc being defiant and refusing to visit my godsister?" Sitting in the back seat, Marcus' expression sank, and the atmosphere grew significantly heavy. Ethan carefully turned to Marcus. He only dared to respond to Charles after Marcus nodded slightly. "Mr. Holden has an urgent matter to attend to and just left. That said, I'm currently at the nursing home. I'll visit Mrs. Langley Senior in his place." Ethan had worked for Marcus for many years as his assistant. He knew how to go about matters like this with just one look from his boss. Charles wasn't in good health. Marcus would always try not to anger him whenever he could. The godsister of Charles he agreed to visit was Grace Langley, who had stayed in the nursing home for many years after damaging her IQ from an accident years ago. Marcus had stood at the entrance to her room bearing gifts. For some unknown reason, he didn't knock and lingered by the door for a while. Then, his expression darkened, and his lips curled into a mocking smile. Without hesitation, he threw the gifts into the trash can and left. However, if this task wasn't completed, Charles would never let it go. As such, Ethan visiting Grace would save Marcus from trouble while completing Charles' task. It was essentially killing three birds with one stone.

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