Honey, You're a Billionaire? novel Chapter 560

Eleanor's thoughts naturally drifted toward the unfinished embroidery restoration project in her study. The last time Rose visited the Finch Manor, Eleanor had been impressed by her knowledge of embroidery patterns.

With the need to repair her damaged evening gown, Eleanor found a convenient reason to visit Rose without appearing too forced or unnatural.

Satisfied with her plan, a smile crept onto Eleanor's face.

Meanwhile, someone else also had Rose on their mind. Nestled comfortably against Cyrus' chest, Lizzie had regained her composure. As she thought about her upcoming birthday, she spoke up.

"Cyrus, I want to wear something special for my birthday this year. I want us to create more unforgettable memories together."

Cyrus, ever indulgent of Lizzie's wishes, responded without hesitation, "That won't be a problem. I will bring you the finest gowns from the most prestigious brands worldwide."

Lizzie managed a grateful smile but let out a disappointed sigh. "Other brands are fine, but I've always loved K&K's designs. There's one designer with a truly unique style. It's just a shame she hasn't released anything new in a long time."

Detecting the sorrow in her voice, Cyrus couldn't bear to see his wife disheartened. If the designer hadn't created anything new, he would simply commission her to do so.

"What's the designer's name?" he asked.

"Ms. Flora," Lizzie replied.

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While others' thoughts were fixated on Rose, the woman in question was about to return to the Young Estate with Miles.

However, she noticed they weren't taking the usual route as they drove. Their destination appeared to be entirely different.

A guess formed in Rose's mind, but she remained silent. As the car veered further off the familiar path, her suspicions grew stronger.

A sense of longing welled up within her the closer they got to their destination. It reached its peak when they finally arrived, and she found herself standing before Oliver's gravestone.

"Grandpa, I've come to visit you," she murmured.

The night was dark, and the image of Oliver on the gravestone was barely visible.

However, Rose and Miles didn't need to see it. Their grandfather's face was forever etched in their memories—the warmth of his kind smile and loving gaze remained vibrant even amid the enveloping gloom.

For Rose, those inexplicable moments of connection with Oliver now made sense—it had always been the pull of their shared bloodline. He wasn't just a kind old man. He was her biological grandfather.

A hint of sadness crossed her eyes. The regret of not having reunited while Oliver was still alive weighed heavily on her.

Sensing her sorrow, Miles gently placed a hand on her head, his voice soft as he reassured her, "Grandpa knew you were his real granddaughter before he passed. He was aware his time was short even if that incident hadn't happened.

"He was content, Rosie. In his final days, he got to hear you call him Grandpa. Your presence brought him solace, and he was grateful for that."

Rose felt a wave of gratitude herself. She was thankful for the curious twists of fate that led her to Oliver—the unexpected meeting on her mother's birthday, the visit to the cake shop, and the coincidental trip to the park.

These serendipitous moments gave her the chance to get to know him and call him Grandpa.

"Grandpa... have you met Mom over there?" she muttered to the gravestone. Oliver had dedicated his entire life to finding his daughter. If there truly was an afterlife, maybe they had finally reunited.

Rose lingered at the grave for a long time, speaking softly to Oliver's gravestone and sharing her thoughts and feelings. It wasn't until rain began to drizzle from the sky that Miles gently urged her to leave.

Unbeknownst to them, a figure dressed in black and carrying a matching umbrella approached the grave after they left. Shrouded by the darkness and standing perfectly still, one could hardly notice anyone was there at all.

"But thank goodness Miles intervened just in time. When he proved you were Grandpa's biological granddaughter, I was caught off guard, but my surprise quickly transformed into elation.

"You're Grandpa's acknowledged granddaughter and a member of the Young family, and nothing, not even Mr. Xanth, can change that.

"Once I realized he couldn't take you away from us, I stopped worrying and accepted the situation.

"Our Rosie has the support of two powerful families now. Isn't that the greatest outcome imaginable?"

Harriette's raspy voice filled the hall, focusing solely on family ties and blood relations while skillfully sidestepping the subjects of inheritance and the will.

She continued her passionate monologue before finally fixing her gaze on Miles, her smile wide and bright.

"Isn't that right, Miles?"

Just hours before, the sound of her raspy voice would have stirred nothing but empathy within Miles, his heart aching for the hardships she must have endured without his protection.

Every time she smiled, he had been flooded with gratitude, thankful she had returned to him unharmed.

But now, the bitter truth tainted his perception—the woman standing before him was not Harriette. Everything was an elaborate fabrication.

Rage surged through him, and he yearned to tear away the deceptive mask she wore and reveal her true identity. But then, he recalled his agreement with Elijah, Clover, and Jonathan earlier that day.

For the time being, he had to rein in his seething anger.

Miles' handsome face subtly darkened, but a smile bloomed nonetheless.