Dumped My Cheating Ex. Now I'm Sleeping Next to a Billionaire CEO novel Chapter 68

Emmy nodded, meaning it. "You're right, Grandma."

But before she could settle into that moment, the old lady’s eyes lit up with mischief and a sly smile took over her face.

"Well, if you’ve let go, you’d better get ready for the next one. I have to tell you, my grandson is amazing. Six-foot-two, broad shoulders, long legs, a bit of a temper, but solid as a rock. Want me to introduce you?"

Emmy almost choked on a laugh at how quickly the conversation changed direction. "Grandma, I’m already married."

The old lady’s smile vanished in a split second. "What? M-Married?"

"Yeah. It was a whirlwind. We haven’t had a wedding yet. But when we do, you’ll be the first to get wedding sweets from me."

Grandma clicked her tongue, looking genuinely heartbroken. "Such a shame. My poor grandkid, all that potential and no one to take him home."

She sighed, then gave Emmy another searching look. "But honestly, girl, you look worried. And I don’t think it’s just about love, is it?"

Emmy froze, caught off guard.

She gave a crooked smile and let herself be honest for once—about wanting to be Dominic’s apprentice, and how she’d failed to answer his question.

"He asked me why I really wanted to learn from him. I said it was to fix a problem with my project, but that wasn’t the answer he was looking for."

Grandma listened, then paused, her gaze drifting to the flowerbeds outside.

"Look at those flowers," she said gently. "When I trim away the extra branches, it’s not to force them into a shape I want."

Her voice was soft, full of old wisdom.

"I do it so they can drop what’s weighing them down. So they can grow taller, stronger, and reach for the sky they’re dreaming of."

The words hit Emmy hard, clearing away all the confusion in her mind.

She’d always thought having a mentor was about solving problems she could already see.

But she’d been wrong.

Being an apprentice wasn’t just about fixing what’s broken. It was about standing on the shoulders of giants and reaching for the places you never dreamed you could go.

Emmy’s eyes stung with tears. "Thank you, Grandma. I get it now."

But Grandma just waved her off, laughing as she slipped back into her usual cheerful self. "Oh, what do I know? Old ladies just ramble sometimes."

"Do you know where this comes from?"

Emmy couldn’t take her eyes off the blue shimmer. She answered without even thinking.

"It’s from the first generation of quantum computing. They tossed it because the algorithms were too bulky."

"Each one is numbered. It means that, sure, computing power is limited, but imagination? That’s limitless."

Dominic raised an eyebrow, something like approval flashing in his eyes.

He turned the chip over.

On the back, in crisp laser engraving, were five letters—E M M Y.

Emmy’s eyes went wide.

Her name.

It had already been there, waiting for her.