71. One step at a time
Author: Beautypete
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Chapter Seventy one, one step at a time

The wedding was in full swing, a lively celebration of love and family. Chris had been mingling, exchanging pleasantries and trying to navigate the complex web of family dynamics.

The tension with his aunt Helen still lingered, but the joy of the occasion overshadowed most of the discomfort.

As he sipped his drink and watched the bride and groom share a dance, Chris noticed a figure entering the hall that made his heart skip a beat.

His grandfather, Master Brown, had arrived. A wave of cold apprehension washed over Chris.

It had been two years since he'd last seen the old man, and their last encounter had ended on a harsh note.

"I had hoped in you, child. You’re now nothing but a disappointment," his grandfather's words echoed in his mind.

Chris took a deep breath, trying to steady his nerves.

The man had always been a pillar of strength and authority in the Brown family, a strict but fair leader.

Despite his stern demeanor, he had always
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