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XCI. Against Destiny's Trickery
Oneil has been telling Gwyneth that there is something good happening in Grant. He’s changing. He’s getting nicer. But Gwyneth would not believe it. Every time Oneil would describe how their grandfather has been doing, Gwyneth would just shrug it off.
“You should put higher standards, Oneil,” Gwyneth said without looking at him. She didn’t fail on telling him about her disappointment in the old man because of his shrewdness to get the Antareses to trust him. “Just because he didn’t scold us for getting late for breakfast that we could tell he’s getting better.”
“But you noticed that he doesn’t get easily angry, right?” Oneil asked. “Maybe we should just get more approachable to him. Later on, we might become closer to him.”
Gwyneth only rolled her eyes. “Whatever. I still don’t trust him.”
Before Oneil could even challenge Gwyneth on her reasons, Grant had unknowingly provided it on behalf of her already by inviting Corrine again to their house.
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