Estelle Lockwood only said she was thinking about something, but she didn’t specify what it was.
She observed Timothy Lowell’s expression for a moment, then had him taken away without another word.
’Timothy Lowell and Rose Lowell are full siblings. That means, as Rose Lowell’s "biological daughter," I should have a familial link to him.’
’But what if there isn’t one...’
’Since the results of the paternity test with Rose Lowell were unsatisfactory, maybe I should try a different approach.’
Estelle Lockwood stared at the strands of Timothy Lowell’s hair in her hand, lost in thought.
"Daddy!" Christian’s sudden cry broke Estelle Lockwood’s train of thought.
She looked up to see Nathaniel Sloan approaching with brisk steps, an almost wintry air about him.
...
「Inside a certain villa.」
Old Mr. Lockwood looked at his guest, who had traveled a long way, and asked cheerfully, "Lancaster, my old friend. How many years has it been?"
Old Mr. Lancaster laughed heartily. "I never planned on returning to Crestfall, but it’s all for Theodore’s sake."
Old Mr. Lockwood’s eyes darted around before he sighed. "I invited you here this time to ask for your help, my old brother. My granddaughter... she seems to be getting suspicious. Lancaster, we had an agreement. I help you with that business, and you ensure Estelle remains my biological granddaughter forever. You haven’t forgotten, have you?"
Old Mr. Lancaster was clearly thinking of their deal from over twenty years ago. His expression grew profound. "It’s fine. Suspicions won’t lead to anything. Nathaniel Sloan has been suspicious for years. Does he have any proof?"
Old Mr. Lockwood chuckled. "Have some tea, have some tea."
’But this Old Mr. Lancaster is even more ruthless than I am!’ he thought.
’After all, Nathaniel Sloan is Old Mr. Lancaster’s... Sigh. Well, what can you do? It’s not like Old Mr. Lancaster ever cared for his eldest daughter, who died so young.’
’To keep the secret from getting out, Old Mr. Lancaster even set a fire and burned every last one of Miranda Lancaster’s belongings—her photos, her portraits, everything—to ash.’
’He’d met Miranda Lancaster before, and he had to admit, Miss Lancaster and her true biological son were strikingly similar.’
’No wonder Old Mr. Lancaster wanted all traces of Miranda Lancaster erased from the world...’
...
「Dewdrop Garden.」
Nathaniel Sloan strode toward her, and the stern look in his handsome eyes softened only when he saw Estelle Lockwood.
"I had them prepare dinner." Nathaniel Sloan gently patted the three little ones on the head. "You’ve all been through a lot. Christian, you were very brave. Go on and eat first."
The manager had already prepared a new private room for them. There was a classical garden within Dewdrop Garden, and the new room was located there—an area normally off-limits to everyone but Nathaniel Sloan.
A server led the three little ones to the room first. Estelle Lockwood had been delayed meeting a client, so Nathaniel Sloan waited to walk with her.
But at the manor’s entrance, they saw several luxury cars parked.
Estelle Lockwood was curious. ’Didn’t they say this place was open only to Nathaniel? Are there other guests?’
Nathaniel Sloan led her down a small, bamboo-lined path, where they unexpectedly came across the guests from another private room.
Estelle Lockwood had no intention of eavesdropping, but they were speaking so loudly that their words couldn’t help but reach her ears.


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