CHAPTER SIXTY FIVE
I thought reuniting with my family-my real blood grandmother- would be the epitome of my happiness and fulfillment. Well, I was wrong. She hated-no, abhorred anyone with the Clayton surname. From her point of view, its quite understandable why she’d hate him. But why did Tristan have to pay for his father’s sins? The only mistake he made was having that surname. My distracted gaze drifted from the glass of water sandwiched between my palms to Tristan playing with some train toy with Knox. There is a smile on his face and it didn’t take much to know that Tristan would one day make a great father. I may have not known his old man, but he certainly was nothing like him. Three days since I met my maternal grandmother and her open hatred for Tristan was still very fresh in m
