Chapter 592

Sean continued, "He really resembles John, and even carries his bearing. Are you really—"

"No, he doesn't," Cordy snapped, cutting him short. "You'd know that he and John have nothing in common if you had the displeasure of his acquaintance."

Sean smiled faintly, actually surprised that the day would come when someone could push Cordy buttons to this extent.

Nonetheless, they returned to his car; Sean took her straight to Cranston House.

Cordy inhaled sharply.

"Nervous?" Sean asked.

"No, just not used to it," she replied.

"Just come back more often, and you'd get used to it."

"Don't bother talking me into it," Cordy said bluntly. "My mom left all those years ago, and that makes it very clear that this place isn't all that nice."

Sean actually had nothing to say about that. His family was really nothing to brag about. Otherwise, his aunt—that is, Cordy's mother—wouldn’t have cut all ties with Sean's grandfather just to run away from home.

As they strode into the front hall, t