Do You Know Who He Is?**Daisy's POV**

Maybe my words had an effect. Or perhaps, Grandpa sensed my arrival.

Those eyes that had been closed all along slowly opened.

He gestured for me to raise the bed, forcing himself to sit upright with effort.

He removed the oxygen mask. He deliberately put on a stern face, his voice hoarse:

"How come you have time to visit? Didn't I tell you? Don't come see me until you're married. If you don't want that portion of the inheritance from your mother and me, there are plenty of people who do."

An indescribable bitterness welled up inside me.

I pulled out that beige marriage certificate from my bag, held it before him, fighting back tears:

"Look at this—what is it?"

The old man saw the words "Marriage Certificate" and the official stamp on the paper, a flash of surprise crossing his eyes. His whole spirit seemed to improve considerably.

He reached out to take it, then immediately drew his hand back. He deliberately turned his head away:

"I told you Brandon isn't right for you. If this is a marriage certificate between you two, you don't need to show it to me."

I shook my head repeatedly: "It's not. Why don't you open it and look?"

I forcefully pressed the marriage certificate into his hand.

It clearly stated: Daisy Chloe and Charles William.

Grandpa's wrinkled hand stroked those two names, tears welling up in his eyes.

"It really is... that child from the William family."

He murmured to himself, his voice so soft it was almost inaudible: "That old bastard finally pushed his grandson out after all."

I forced out a smile: "Are you satisfied now? You married your old comrade's grandson. You should be at ease now, right?"

He looked at that marriage certificate repeatedly, his whole person suddenly seeming radiant, not at all like someone gravely ill.

His face was smiling, but his words carried regret.

"I've only done two disgraceful things in my life. One was fathering that fool of a father of yours. The other... was using that old favor to force the William family to marry you."

Grandpa shook his head as he spoke. Then he suddenly looked up, staring into my eyes, his tone becoming serious:

"Daisy, there's something I never told you. The William family... they're not ordinary people."

I thought he was going to lecture me about some old-fashioned rules again, and replied casually: "I know, they're rich."

Grandpa shook his head, his lips moved, but in the end he only sighed: "Forget it. You'll find out eventually. Remember, if Charles gets angry with you... don't run. Running won't help."

I didn't understand that statement, dismissing it as an old man's rambling.

I reached out and held his aged hand: "Grandpa..."

Tears gathered at the corners of his eyes as he raised the back of his hand to wipe them.

Then with reddened eyes, he shooed me away: "It's already noon, go eat. You don't need to worry about me here."

I knew Grandpa was showing concern for me, so I quickly nodded: "Then if you need anything, just press the call button."

When I left, I wanted to take the marriage certificate with me, but Grandpa pressed it under his pillow.

"Leave this with me."

"Alright. Then I'll trouble you to keep it safe for a while. I'll come back for it later."

Before leaving, I glanced at Grandpa. His lips were deathly pale.

Actually, I wanted to stay with him longer. But if he didn't want me to, I should give him some space.

I bought food and sat down at a table. Maria came over and sat down, looking at me with a smile:

"I thought after getting your certificate today, you wouldn't come to work."

I immediately shook my head: "How could that be? I only took half a day off. Besides, Grandpa's still here, how could I not come?"

"And he was in really good spirits today, he talked to me a lot."

After hearing this, Maria suddenly became alert.

"Daisy, you know, right? Generally speaking..."

I immediately interrupted her, changing the subject: "Maria, don't say it."

She immediately caught on, leaned in closer, lightly bumped my shoulder with hers, and lowered her voice to ask:

"Then let's change the topic. Your husband—is he really that arranged marriage partner your grandpa found for you?"

I nodded slightly: "Yes."

Maria's voice carried some excitement: "The marriage certificate? Take it out and let your good sister here examine it carefully."

I casually took a bite of steak: "The marriage certificate is with Grandpa. But if you want to see his photo, I have one on my phone. Want to see?"

Maria immediately got excited: "I do! I do! I want to see which lucky guy married you."

I smiled and shook my head, opened my phone, and pulled up the photo Old Mr. William had sent me.

I hadn't taken any photos of that man myself. But Old Mr. William had specifically sent me a front-facing photo of his grandson.

I handed her my phone: "Here, look."

Maria stared at the screen—

The man had three-dimensional features, with a pair of eyes glowing with blue light beneath thick eyebrows. His layered ash-blond short hair curled slightly, adding some casualness to his stern face.

She exclaimed: "Daisy, you're so lucky. This man is absolutely top-tier!"

She turned to look at me, then back at the photo, nodding.

"Oh my God. You two look so perfect together!"

Her excited voice gradually slowed down.

"It's just... I don't know why, but I feel like I've seen this person somewhere before."

Familiar?

I tilted my head and glanced at the photo on my phone.

Actually, this was the first time I'd really looked at his face properly.

At the church, his presence had been too overwhelming. Plus I was late and felt guilty, so I didn't dare look at him directly.

In the photo, the man had sharp features and very distinctive looks. Fair skin, a high nose bridge, those deep eyes like a deep pool that drew you in at first glance.

Not to mention when he wasn't smiling—that look was intimidating.

Maria pointed at the person in the photo: "When he's expressionless, he really is a bit scary."

I glanced at it. His face indeed had no smile.

At first glance, you'd think someone owed him tens of millions of dollars.

I knew nothing about this man, so I could only casually deflect: "Mm, maybe he's just not the smiling type by nature."

Maria shook her head: "There are people who don't smile by nature? That would be terrible. A life without laughter would be missing so much joy."

I pressed my lips together looking at her—I was just joking, how did she take it seriously?

Maria returned my phone to me, then opened her own phone.

"I'm telling you, your husband, I've definitely seen him somewhere. I have to find it for you!"

She scrolled a few times, then suddenly stopped.

Her expression changed.

Not surprise, but a pallor close to fear.

"Daisy," her voice was trembling, "do you remember last winter, that thing in the northern town? The entire ranch torn apart overnight, police said it was a wild animal attack. But my cousin is a local reporter, he photographed the scene—those claw marks, they weren't something a normal person could leave."

My heartbeat skipped a beat. "What are you talking about?"

"Your husband." Maria turned her phone screen toward me.

On it was a screenshot of an old news article. The headline read: "William Family Heir Denies Involvement in Northland Ranch Incident."

In the accompanying photo, Charles stood in front of a black SUV, expressionless. The photo was almost identical to the one his grandfather had sent me, just from a different angle.

Maria lowered her voice, saying word by word: "Daisy, that family... they're werewolves."

I froze.

Then I laughed out loud.

"Maria, are you drunk? Or am I drunk?"

Even as I said this, my mind flashed back to that moment in the church, Charles's vertical pupils in the sunlight, and my heartbeat began to lose its rhythm.

I felt a little panicked.

How could that be possible! How could there be such unreasonable creatures as werewolves in this world!

"I'm not joking!" She grabbed my wrist urgently, "Did your grandpa serve in the north? Did he save a soldier named William? Think about it carefully—why would the William family owe your grandpa such a huge favor, big enough to have their only grandson marry a woman he's never met?"

My smile froze on my face.

Grandpa had indeed told stories about his service in the north. He had indeed saved a comrade. That comrade's surname... I had never asked.

Maria stared into my eyes, her voice dropping to barely a whisper:

"Do you know who he is? Charles William—the next leader of the Northland wolf pack."