THE DIVORCE GAMBIT From Dumped Wife to CEO's Forever novel Chapter 32

"If a child goes astray, the blame lies with the father."

All of this was his fault.

"Grandpa, you don't have to apologize. Your granddaughter's amazing—if I wanted to get into Central Academy, I could do it with or without their help!" Caitlin placed a reassuring hand on Fortune's shoulder, striking a protective pose, as if she were the one looking after him. "I've learned a lot this past year with the Chandlers. Not only can I handle my studies, but I can also make enough to take care of you."

"From now on, all you have to do is sit back and enjoy the good life with me!"

Fortune smiled warmly and nodded. "Alright, I believe you, Catie."

At that moment, Fortune simply thought his granddaughter was trying to cheer him up.

It never occurred to him that her words would one day become reality.

They stepped out of the apartment complex, and across the river, a row of elegant villas came into view.

Caitlin grinned. "Grandpa, what do you think of these houses?"

"They're beautiful," Fortune replied, nodding. "I heard from one of my coworkers that there are even swans in the lake here!"

Caitlin pointed across the water. "One day, we'll buy a place right here. I'll even hire a couple of housekeepers to look after you."

Fortune chuckled. "Catie, as long as you care, it doesn't matter where I live. I'm happy wherever you are."

Caitlin didn't bother to explain further.

Soon enough, her grandfather would see her abilities for himself.

Around four in the afternoon, Caitlin got a message from Victor on WhatsApp. He wanted to meet at a café—clearly, he had something important to discuss.

Caitlin arrived on time.

She was barely at the door when a man in a suit came barreling toward her.

He jabbed a finger at her, his face flushed with anger. "You! How dare you show your face, you fraud!"

Caitlin had been called many things at the top of her field—"Boss," "Miss Kensington," "Professor Kensington"—but never a "fraud." For a moment, she just stared at him, puzzled. "Fraud? What exactly did I do to you?"

That's when she realized who he was.

"Do I look like an idiot to you? Still trying to fool me? Do you even know who Dr. Shepherd is? He's a legend! His diagnosis can't possibly be wrong. In fact, he said your prescription was toxic—dangerous enough to do real harm."

How could a teenager like Caitlin compare to Hackett Shepherd?

Caitlin glanced at her phone to check the time. "Every remedy has its risks. Even poisons can cure if you know how to use them. It's no surprise others can't read my prescription. But I assure you, I'd never deceive you. Besides, traditional medicine has a long and profound history—every good doctor has their own approach. Dr. Shepherd may be skilled, but that doesn't mean he's better than me."

She spoke with an unshakable confidence, but there was no arrogance in her tone—just a quiet radiance, as if she was born for this.

She pulled a slip of paper and a pen from her bag, jotted down her number, and handed it to Skyler. "Here's my contact info. If your uncle falls unconscious, call me immediately."

She only left her number out of gratitude for Gordon's help that day.

If it had been up to Skyler's attitude, she wouldn't have wasted another second.

Skyler laughed as if she'd just told the world's funniest joke, crumpled the paper, and tossed it to the floor. "There's no telling what kind of people you'll meet these days. When Dr. Shepherd was making a name for himself in Silverhaven, you hadn't even been born! My uncle's fully recovered—there's no way he'll collapse before nine. Save your scare tactics for someone else!"

Caitlin didn't take offense. She gazed at Skyler coolly. "In that case, I wish you the best of luck."