The Poor Heiress He Never Noticed

Chapter 15: Abuelo

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MIGUEL DE COSTA WHITE'S POV

Bellingham Washington DC USA
White's Villa.

I took a deep breathe as I faced my father Mr Fredrick Armando White and an older man that's his spitting image we were in the White's massive living room having my father and the older man with grey hair seems to be in deep discussion I was completely out of place because I did not understand what was being said by the strict looking men. I left Cambridge yesterday and I arrived here mom is still in Australia so I just met this older looking man here who's looking about 75 or more. He looks handsome, refined and polished at his age he looks Royalty and extremely wealthy.

"Fredrick, hvor er min bedstefatter og hvemer denne unge mand?"

{Fredick where's is my granddaughter and who is this young man?} I heard them speaking but I couldn't understand what they were saying.

"Det er fint med far Emma, ​​bare gik på ferie og den unge mand er nu min søn, haner en forældreløs"

{She's fine father she's on vacation and this is my son.} I heard my father replied I just twisted my mouth in irritation I couldn't understand what they were saying I wanted to leave but I couldn't I just stayed there as my dad asked me to.

Просто надеюсь, что вы знаете, что вы и Беверли делаете с Фредриком, потому что, если вы предадите эту семью, я сломаю его ПОНИМАНИЕ {Prosto nadeyus', chto vy znayete, chto vy i Beverli delayete s Fredrikom, potomu chto, yesli vy predadite etu sem'yu, ya slomayu yego PONIMANIYe?}

(Just hope you and Beverly knows what you're doing because if he betrays my family I'll crush him. UNDERSTAND!) I heard the older man say angrily in a different language which is Russian language but still didn't understand he spoke with so much authority he has green forest eyes just like Emma's.

"Yes Father" my dad said in English that's why they look alike he's Emma's paternal grandfather.

"Alright it's settled then Miguel, son meet my father the Husband to the Marquess's Daughter and The young Prince of Denmark, Prince William White Valdemar" I stood immediately and bowed before him.

"Your Grace" I acknowledged him.

"Oh! common stop it come here son welcome to family" he hugged me in a manly but warm embrace. He smiled sweetly.....wait..Valdemar?

" You're a Valdemar" I asked.

"Yes soon we're are all Valdemars but use White instead because of our businesses" he explained I nodded in understanding.

"So tell me son...I mean tell me about yourself" Prince Williams asked my dad looked at me waiting for my response.

" Well sir...My name is Miguel de Costa...I..I'm an orphan I attended an orphanage in Columbia but I was found in Spain by Mother Theressa from the parish which the orphanage was under that's where I grew up I left when I was sixteen years old because I got a scholarship in Harvard University to study Business Administration I'm graduating next year" I explained. He knitted his eyebrow.

"I'm confused how did you meet the White's and how did you get to come to the US?" he asked curiously.

"I came to the US through my late  friend Dave well he's from Seattle he offered a job to me I accepted it and came down here then when I meet Emma your granddaughter well at first I didn't know she's connected to any of you then cause I didn't ask I met her two years ago but she told me who she was 7 months ago we became friends and I took her as my older sister" I explained he smiled in satisfaction.