Chapter 327: Her Identity

"I’m planning on publicly announcing your identity. I want everyone to know that you weren’t adopted and that you’re Stanley’s legitimate daughter. And if you want, you can change your name to Greg..." Grandpa expressed in a serious tone.

"This is what your mother would have wanted. She begged me to do it when she was alive, but I refused. I’m going to grant her dying wish. The Greg’s owe you so much, and now it’s time for them to give you back your identity," he said with a sigh that revealed sadness as he moved slightly back in his wheelchair.

"My mother’s death was a result of Stanley’s coercion, and now you want to repay me by making atonement for Stanley’s behavior," Edie said as she felt the tears begin to fill her eyes.

For so long, Edie had been trying to forget about the past and now hearing her grandpa speak these words. She fought back the tears and smiled at him. "Grandpa, you don’t need to do it! I have a great life now, I’m happier than I ever thought I could be."

"But..." Grandpa started to say.

"There’s no but! All my mother ever wanted to be was for me to be happy. I don’t need my true identity to be revealed to be happy because I’m already happy. Do you understand? I love you, grandpa, and I’m so lucky to have you in my life, and to me, that’s all that matters." Edie said earnestly. Then she stood up and gave Old Greg a hug.

Old Greg shook his head. "I should have been more resolute back then and made your identity public as soon as I found out about it. You and Donald tried to keep your relationship a secret, but every time you looked at each other. There was so much love, and maybe if I said something sooner....." Grandpa hesitated. "I blame myself for a lot of things." He slammed his hand against the arm of the wheelchair.

"Grandpa, you’re acting like a child," Edie laughed. "Don’t get angry, it’s not good for your health. Donald and I breaking up wasn’t a bad thing. Look what I have now! As far as my identity, I don’t want it! I like the name, Edie Lara. I think it sounds much better than Edie Greg. What do you think?" Edie said wittily.

Grandpa let out a big sigh. "Edie, you’re only doing this to make me feel better. I have carried around the guilt for what I did for long ."

"Grandpa, I know why you’re doing this now! It’s the anniversary of my mother’s death in a few days!" Edie said as she lowered her voice.

Old Greg nodded in agreement. "Yes! For the last few years, I haven’t been able to visit your mother’s grave. I’ve felt so guilty for so long, and it took its toll on me. But the last time I saw you, and I saw how happy you were. I found the courage to visit her."

Edie frowned at his words. "Grandpa! Stop!" she shouted. "It was never your fault. My mother made the decision herself and it had nothing to do with you! All she wanted was for me to be happy and I am. Don’t ever say anything like that again, or I’m going to be very upset with you."

Old Greg rubbed her hand and smiled. "Okay! Fine! So....tell me when are you and Stuart going to give me a great-grandchild?" he asked, revealing a smirk on his face.

"Grandpa!" Edie said. Her face flushed with embarrassment.

"Well!" he said, Waiting for an answer.

"I don’t know. We’re not in a big hurry to have children, and Stuart’s mother is coming to visit soon. She hasn’t even met me, and I don’t even know if she likes me!" Edie explained.

"Don’t you let that woman frighten you. Your grandpa’s here, and I’ll show her who’s the boss!" Edie wasn’t looking at his face, but she liked the sound of his voice, gentle and serious, but with a hint of laughter in it.

"Edie, Old Greg." Mr. Sampson called out to them from the door. "Come in! Breakfast is ready."

They walked into the kitchen, and the table was full of delicious dishes. Old Greg gasped as he looked around the table. "Oh my! Someone’s been busy. You seem to know what you’re doing."

Stuart smiled at Old Greg’s compliment. "Hope you like it!"

Stuart passed Old Greg a bowl of soup. He tasted it and nodded his head. "It’s pretty good but not as good as mine."

"Of course not," Stuart said, nodding his head in agreement.

Listening to their conservation, Edie couldn’t help but laugh. "You two are funny! You sound like a couple of women," she said.

After breakfast, Stuart and Old Greg played several games of chess. "Grandpa, you’re a professional chess player!" Stuart said as he lost another game. Grandpa couldn’t help feeling pleased and getting a compliment from a man who was as important as Stuart made him feel proud.

Old Greg waved his hand in the air and said, "Another one?"

"It’s been a long day. You need to get some rest," Mr. Watson reminds Old Greg.

Old Greg wasn’t impressed. "You’re spoiling all the fun!"

Edie tried to comfort her grandpa. "Grandpa, you’re going to be staying with us for a while. So there will be all kinds of time for you and Stuart to have another game. You need to get your rest!"

Old Greg finally agreed, and Edie pushed the wheelchair to his room. After she got him all settled in for a nap, Edie saw Stuart sitting on the sofa looking at his computer. The expression on his face terrified her. "Stuart, what’s wrong?" she asked.

Stuart’s eyes flickered from Edie to his laptop. "Why am I finding out about this now? You fainted, and you didn’t tell me?" Stuart said sternly, almost sounding like he was mad at her.

Edie’s heart started racing. "How did you find out? I was trying to keep it a secret!’ Edie said, her voice trembling. Edie started to feel guilty and smiled. "I didn’t want you to worry. That’s why I never told you."

The expression on Stuart’s face didn’t change. "If you faint because you’re working too hard. Maybe you shouldn’t be an actress," Stuart’s tone was cold and sarcastic.