The Scorned Heiress: No More Mercy novel Chapter 562

"So, I think it's best if we just ask Gavin directly," Lindsay finishes, giving her son a brief explanation before turning her gentle gaze back to her precious grandson. "Gavin, sweetie," she asks softly, "can you tell Grandma what happened? Are you upset?" She speaks so carefully, terrified that a raised voice or a harsh tone might frighten him away again. It is blatantly obvious how deeply she cherishes the boy.

Gavin, who has been visibly anxious and desperately trying to interject, finally relaxes now that someone is actually listening. He immediately begins signing with his small hands. 'Grandma, the pretty lady didn't bully me. I'm not crying because of her. Please don't be mad at her.'

While the onlookers are confused, the Sinclair family understands sign language perfectly.

Bonnie scowls, entirely dissatisfied. "Gavin, we're all here to protect you. Just tell the truth! Don't be scared. If she didn't bully you, why on earth were you crying?" She refuses to believe that her little cousin would just break down in tears for no reason if Tara hadn't roughed him up.

Tara scoffs, shooting Bonnie a look of pure disdain. "The kid is literally telling you what happened, and you're still clinging to your delusions. I bet even if everyone here told you the truth, you'd still refuse to hear it."

"I'm just stating the facts, you—"

The entire room freezes. Since the boy himself has spoken up, no one dares to utter another word against Tara. But more importantly—he spoke. The Sinclair family stands in stunned silence, struggling to process the impossible. Then, shock gives way to overwhelming, unadulterated joy.

"Oh, Gavin! You finally spoke to us! I’m so happy," Lindsay cries, tears spilling freely down her cheeks.

Her precious grandson had been a bright, exceptionally clever baby, showing signs of genius before he was even a year old. But perhaps due to the tragic, early loss of his parents or some other trauma, he just one day stopped talking. He withdrew entirely, exhibiting severe signs of autism, and his physical health began to deteriorate rapidly. The family had been sick with worry, bringing in every top-tier specialist and professor in the country. Nothing worked; he only grew worse. The heartbreak of losing her youngest son had nearly killed Lindsay, and seeing her grandson suffer like this almost finished the job. The sheer will to protect him was the only thing keeping her alive. Hearing his voice now is the greatest miracle she could have ever asked for.