#Chapter 275: Desperate Measures

Hannah I laughed stiffly at that. “Funny,” I said, bouncing Melody a little in my arms. “I know she has fairer looks than you, Marcus, but she is your granddaughter.” Marcus said nothing. And as I met his cold, calculating gaze, the tightness in my chest deepened. The faint trace of amusement died on my lips as it hit me. Oh, Goddess. He was being completely serious, wasn’t he? “Of course she’s your granddaughter,” I said with a scoff, glancing at Noah—who was sharing in my shocked expression. “Who else would she be?” “Hm. I’m not sure.” Marcus stepped forward, his sharp eyes narrowing on Melody. His gaze wasn’t filled with the warmth or tenderness of a grandparent meeting a new addition to the family for the first time—it was a hard, piercing look, as though he were inspecting something wrong, something out of place. He reached out a hand to touch her. A primal instinct kicked in at that moment, and I clutched Melody tighter against my