At the moment when she received a definite answer, Samantha couldn't help but burst into tears.
"It's my fault. Grandpa has been so good to me, liked me so much, and I made him worry for four years.”
If she hadn’t changed her name when she was abroad, her grandpa might have known about her whereabouts and wouldn’t worry too much.
"No, I have to find Grandpa. I need to persuade him to undergo treatment."
After saying this, she rushed anxiously towards the door.
Ethan noticed that her emotions were off, afraid that she might be in danger if she drove, so he followed her with the car keys in hand.
Samantha reached the garage and found that the car keys were in her bag, but she had left the bag behind in her haste.
She turned to go back to the house to get her bag when Ethan stopped her, "Get in the car, I'll take you."
Samantha instinctively refused, "No need, I can go alone!"
Ethan asserted, "I don't like repeating myself."
Samantha bit her lip, without any spare time for additional thoughts, opened the car door, and bent over to get into the passenger seat.
The Maybach smoothly exited the garage, passing by Suzy.
Suzy widened her eyes, watched them pass by, and ran after them like mad, shouting desperately.
"Hey, where are you going? Samantha...! Ethan...! Come back, come back...!"
Unfortunately, her calls received no response.
Ethan stepped on the accelerator, the car surged forward like a wild beast, quickly disappearing down the road.
Suzy's chest felt icy, her face as white as paper, a ominous premonition emerging.
Ethan was acting unusually towards Samantha.
They must have some secret.
...
Ethan dropped Samantha off at the old Miller family residence.
He stayed in the car.
Samantha got out alone and rang the doorbell.
Soon, a servant came to open the door.
After Samantha disappeared four years ago, there was a significant turnover of servants in the house. The one opening the door for her was a young man who didn't recognize her.
"Who are you looking for?"
Samantha answered, "I am Samantha Miller, the eldest daughter of Lloyd Miller, the older sister of Suzy Miller. Open the door; I want to see my Grandpa."
The servant scrutinized Samantha from head to toe, with a cold and disdainful expression. "I'm sorry, our master only has one daughter, and that's Suzy. I've never heard of another daughter like you."
A burst of anger surged to her head.
Samantha struggled to contain it, expressionless, and said, "Let Lloyd come out to see me."
The servant impatiently said, "What are you? What qualifications do you have to see our master? Hurry up and leave, or I'll have someone throw you out."
His arrogant attitude angered Samantha.
She knew that without the instructions of Sarah and her daughter, a servant wouldn't dare to be so arrogant.
But today, she wouldn't leave without seeing her grandfather.
After a brief thought, Samantha went back to the car, borrowed Ethan's phone, dialed a familiar number.
"Sorry, the number you've dialed is switched off. Please try again later."
The call couldn't go through.
Helpless, she handed the phone back to Ethan, returned to the door, and shouted, "Grandpa, I'm Sammie! I'm back to see you! Grandpa... Grandpa...! I'm Sammie...!"
The place where she stood was separated from her grandfather's residence by a garden and a swimming pool.
The chance of being heard was very small.
But so far, it was her only option.
The servant scolded. "Why are you so shameless? If you shout again, I'll really call someone to kick you out..."
Samantha didn't listen at all and continued shouting.
The servant, infuriated, was about to call for help when he saw Sarah approaching.
Seeing Samantha, there was no surprise on her face, "You finally came? I thought you'd never come back in your life!"
Samantha looked at her expressionlessly, "Open the door, I want to see Grandpa!"
Sarah, as if hearing the funniest joke, said, "Samantha, are you brain-dead? Do you think I would let you in to see that old man?"
"You have no right to stop me from seeing my Grandpa!"
"Haha..." Sarah laughed triumphantly, "Four years ago, your father disowned you in the newspaper. You're no longer the elder miss of the Miller family. I am the madam of the Miller family. If I say you can't enter, you can't."
"Let me in, or I'll break this door." Samantha angrily kicked the door.
Bang, bang, bang, the sound echoed.
Sarah crossed her arms, calmly saying, "Even if you come in, I can have someone kick you out. That old man has been moved to the north-facing bedroom to rest; he can't hear any noise from here."
Samantha's blood was boiling.
If she could, she would really kill Sarah.
But she had no way to do anything to her.
Four years ago was like this.
Now is the same.
She had never hated her own powerlessness as much as she did at this moment.
Sarah said faintly, "If you want to see Grandpa, it's not impossible."
Samantha stared at her, not believing she could be so kind.
Sarah smirked, saying, "If you kneel here for a day and night, I'll agree to let you see your grandpa."
Samantha trembled with anger.
Glaring at Sarah, she said, "Why should I kneel to you?"
Sarah touched her face and said fiercely, "Remember how you slap me that night? If you don't kneel and apologize, how can you relieve my resentment?"
Samantha clenched her fists to suppress her anger.
Sarah said coldly, "Kneel or not, it's up to you. You only have one chance, and if you miss it, it's gone!"
A never-before-seen anger filled Samantha's chest.
Her fists clenched and opened repeatedly.
After many repetitions, she made up her mind, gritted her teeth, and knelt down.
In the moment she knelt, Sarah wanted to laugh out loud.
Seeing her being trampled like this was incredibly satisfying.
Sarah leaned in, looking down at Samantha with disdain, and whispered in a voice only the two could hear, "Samantha, you weren't my opponent four years ago, and you're still not my opponent now. Crushing you is as simple as crushing an ant."
Samantha kept her head down, silent, like a powerless weakling.
Every move of theirs was observed by Ethan inside the car.
His lips were tightly pursed, an icy aura surrounding him.
"Stay here and kneel!" Sarah said, turning to leave.
Suddenly, a powerful aura pressed down, causing her to shiver involuntarily.
Then, a voice that made the soul tremble echoed.
"Open the door!"
Sarah shuddered when she saw Ethan, and she was instantly scared out of her wits.
"Mr. Steele... Mr. Steele, why are you here all of a sudden?"
It's unclear whether he noticed Sarah's embarrassment.
Ethan walked behind Samantha, glanced at her coldly, and gave an order, "Get up!"
Samantha stood still, like a mountain, and said with her head down, "Sarah said that if I don't kneel for a day and night, she won't let me see my Grandpa. You should go back first, don't wait for me."
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