Rebirth Swapped Bride; Married to the Ruthless Cursed Billionaire
Chapter 285: Meeting Calvin’s Grandmother

Chapter 285: Meeting Calvin’s Grandmother

"Calvin, your injury—"

Tiffany’s words trailed off abruptly.

Of course, she wasn’t the only one who froze.

Grandma Calvin paused with her teacup halfway to her lips.

On the staircase, Gino halted mid-step, one foot suspended awkwardly in the air, unsure whether to ascend or retreat.

Calvin leaned back against the sofa, a faint trace of resignation flickering in the depths of his eyes.

Well, this was bound to happen.

Calvin just hoped it wouldn’t be too much of a shock.

Grandma Calvin lifted her gaze, studying the young woman who had suddenly appeared on the stairs.

The soft blue of her long dress accentuated her already fair complexion, making her skin appear even more delicate.

Her damp, shoulder-length hair fell loosely around her shoulders, still slightly tousled from recent washing.

Her face was bare of makeup, yet her features were naturally refined—clear, bright eyes framed by dark lashes, exuding an air of quiet elegance.

Though not strikingly glamorous, there was an undeniable serenity about her, like a tranquil scene untouched by time.

She was completely different from all the women who had ever appeared around Calvin before.

Deep in her wise, aged eyes, a glimmer of satisfaction surfaced.

"Who’s this, you rascal?"

"Fanny, come here."

Ignoring the wounds being tended to on his body, Calvin turned his head and spoke to Tiffany in a gentle voice.

"Let me introduce you."

The old lady noticed how her grandson deliberately softened his usual demeanor in front of this girl.

A knowing glint flashed in her profound, perceptive gaze.

Introduce her?

As what?

Tiffany stared at the poised and elegant elderly woman in the living room, her mind racing with chaotic thoughts.

Yet her feet had already carried her instinctively toward Calvin.

When flustered, people always seek comfort in those they know—or those who make them feel safe.

Calvin gestured to the spot beside him, his voice warm and smooth.

"Sit here."

"Okay."

Tiffany nodded obediently and took the seat indicated by Calvin.

Her striking dark eyes, bright against her fair complexion, fixed nervously on grandma Calvin.

*Good girl.*

The corners of Calvin’s lips lifted in an almost imperceptible smile.

Grandma Calvin observed the two sitting together, her gaze brimming with unspoken amusement.

She set down her teacup and cleared her throat twice.

"Fanny, this is my grandmother"

Calvin said, catching his grandmother’s pointed look before turning back with a faint, composed smile.

"Grandmother, this is Fanny."

*Brat, was that even an introduction?*

Grandma Calvin frowned, shooting her grandson a displeased glance.

As the elder, grandma.

Calvin commanded respect, so Tiffany dipped her head politely in greeting.

"Hello, Mrs. Calvin."

Her soft voice trembled slightly, unable to mask her nervousness.

The girl’s demure demeanor coaxed a smile from the old woman.

"Come here, child," She beckoned to Tiffany with a kindly smile.

"Come sit by Grandma."

In her words, she deliberately omitted the formal surname, signaling warmth and familiarity.

Tiffany hadn’t interacted much with elders in recent years, let alone one who showered her with such affection upon first meeting.

For a moment, she was overwhelmed, frozen in place.

Calvin took in Tiffany’s expression and spoke lightly.

"Grandma, you’re scaring her."

At his words, Grandma Calvin immediately realized she might have been a bit too enthusiastic.

Tiffany, however, flushed with embarrassment at Calvin’s remark and quickly reassured the elderly woman in a gentle voice.

"No, Grandma Calvin, I’m not scared—just surprised."

Not wanting the old lady to feel awkward, she promptly rose and took a seat beside her.

"It’s alright."

As Tiffany settled closer, Grandma Calvin noticed the faint bruises on her collarbone and arms.

She shot her grandson a discreet glare.

That rascal—no idea how to treat a lady with care.

Still, it did explain why the boy had been stubbornly neglecting his own injuries.

Oh no!!

Tiffany immediately noticed grandma Calvin’s gaze and realized—the marks on her skin weren’t fully covered by her clothes.

Her face burned crimson with embarrassment, and she wished she could just bolt out the door right then.

Grandma Calvin, please let me explain! It’s really not what you’re thinking.

"My dear," grandma.

Calvin withdrew her gaze, her smile deepening as she gently took Tiffany’s hand and asked warmly, "Tell me, how long have you and Calvin been together?"

How long have they been together?

Tiffany froze, glancing helplessly at Calvin.

If she said they weren’t dating, how would she explain the marks?

But if she said they were, she had no idea how to spin the story.

Gino kept his eyes downcast, doing his best to fade into the background, terrified that the old lady might turn her questioning to him.

Jey, hurry back!

Living in the cracks is truly unbearable!

"We’re together," Calvin caught Tiffany’s gaze and seamlessly continued, addressing grandma.

Calvin.

"For a while now."

That "while" could mean anything—long or short, open to interpretation.

It was a perfectly ambiguous answer, impossible to fault.

Such was the art of language.

Under grandma.

Calvin’s scrutinizing stare, Tiffany nodded in agreement.

"A while?"

Grandma Calvin fixed her sharp eyes on Calvin, her disapproval plain as day.

"You’ve kept this *very* well hidden."

Had she not made this trip, she’d still be left in the dark.

Calvin’s eyes narrowed slightly, his expression unreadable behind a composed, faint smile.

"I just wanted to wait until things were more stable before telling you."

Yeah, right.

Grandma Calvin paid no attention to her grandson, her kind eyes fixed on Tiffany as she continued asking the questions that mattered to her.

Apart from matters of the heart, Tiffany held nothing back, including details about her family.

Having spent many of her younger years abroad, Grandma Calvin was far from old-fashioned.

The so-called "social status matching" meant little to her.

First, because no matter how wealthy someone was, they likely couldn’t rival the Calvin family’s fortune.

Second, she herself had faced significant resistance when marrying into the Calvin family due to her so-called "background."

She had no intention of imposing the same pressures and burdens on the younger generation.

What mattered most was that her grandson was happy.

Of course, the only condition was that the girl had to be decent and well-mannered.

And the young woman before her—whether it was her poise, looks, or temperament—fit her expectations perfectly.

Just as Grandma Calvin was about to ask Tiffany when they planned to marry and have children, Calvin swiftly cut in.

"Grandma, we’ll handle those things ourselves," he said, his brow furrowing as he glanced at his injuries.

"Right now, you’d be better off worrying about my wounds."

It had to be said—Calvin knew his grandmother all too well.

The moment these words were spoken, they successfully diverted grandma.

Calvin’s attention.

"Oh, I nearly forgot," she said, turning to the two doctors.

"How serious are his injuries?"

"The wound is quite deep, and since Mr. Calvin didn’t treat it promptly, there’s some inflammation now," one of the female doctors replied honestly.

She frowned slightly before continuing, "Because of this, he’s also running a fever."

Her tone grew more serious.

"This kind of situation can turn critical very quickly.

Calvin will need someone to watch over him closely until the fever breaks."

*Because of me—he didn’t get treated in time.*

Tiffany stared at the stitched-up wound, guilt twisting in her chest.

Meanwhile, grandma.

Calvin’s eyes gleamed with sudden inspiration.

"If it’s this serious, then we can’t risk moving him around carelessly," she said, frowning at Calvin.

"With all the recent unrest in the Calvin family, you should stay here and recover in peace.

As for someone to take care of you—"

"With me and Fanny here, there won’t be any problems."

Calvin didn’t expect Grandma Calvin to say that, his eyebrows lifting slightly in surprise.

Just as he was about to decline on Tiffany’s behalf, she had already nodded.

"I’ll take good care of him."

This could count as making up for her past mistakes.

Grandma Calvin observed the genuine concern and worry in Tiffany’s eyes as she looked at her grandson, nodding in satisfaction.

Gino, witnessing the scene, couldn’t help but think to himself: The old lady just pulled off the perfect