Abandoned Super Cutie Adopted by Billionaire Clan

Chapter 257

Chapter 257

“You know how it is Grandpa’s getting old. His eyesight isn’t what it med to be Pichard hosed his head and let out a deliberately weary sigh. Time spares no one

I was a well–timed save Stelan’s eyes noticeably sofrened

He sat down across from Richard, gare drifting to the flower arrangement on the table. Ten plum blossoms, a fese unnamer sprigs, a brittle peach branch, a red winterberry holly, and the rest filled out with a random mishmash of green foliage St was, frankly, an eyesore

There was nothing aesthetically pleasing about it none of the calm or beauty that a proper floral arrangement was supposed to bring.

It was as if his entire bad day had started the moment he laid eyes on this chaotic bouquet. Just looking at it made life feel

boniquer, hopeless.

With a quiet breath, Stefan reached out and plucked one of the plum blossoms, brought it to his nose for a light sniff, then gently returned it to the vase. From his pocket, he retrieved a clean handkerchief, meticulously wiped his hands, and tossed

the cloth into the trash.

Who arranged this” he asked,

Richard looked up casually. “Oh, that was Jeremy. The kid was being unusually filial today”

Filial: Stefan blinked.

Aside from the two plum blossoms, the entire thing was weeds. The kind of junk you’d step over on the street without a second glance.

If this counted as filial piety, then Richard’s standards for living had clearly dropped off a cliff,

Stefan didn’t even know where to begin. After glancing around, he stood up. “Where is he?”

Richard thought for a moment, then looked up. “He mentioned taking Yvonne skiing yesterday. Probably won’t be back until later.” If it weren’t for his old bones and creaky joints, he’d have gone skiing too. Youth–what a thing to envy.

nothing more and began wandering through the house, getting a feel for the new

guards and housekeepers from the old estate had been relocated here. They were all familiar faces- people who’d worked with Richard

estate wasn’t huge, but it had a front yard, back courtyard, and, more importantly, a sense of liveliness that the old

the mess of

him respectfully with a

returned to the old house, the hierarchy was still based on family

entire branch

circle. They wouldn’t be calling

It clicked. N

he came back. She wasn’t being excluded–she was the one Richard had chosen to keep around. The others might still be

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Chapter 257

outside now.

That’s all he’d been gone. But it felt like six years.

the family had collectively decided to forget he even exited. He hadn’t known

A voice called from not far away.

long corridor, at the end of which was a small pavilion with curved eaves and decorative corners. Along the corridor stood rows of

flowers–familiar in face and aura, unfamiliar in posture and behavior.

was standing in the corridor, holding a large flower pot in his arms

among the others. Anyone with a

over, unable to stop glancing at the plant. Then his eyes shifted to Charles’s

are you doing?” Stefan asked.

had just been moved into the sunlight. The whole process was fluid, unremarkable even, but in Stefan’s eyes, the scene felt surreal. Something about it–about him–was off.

can’t grow anything now. Spring is the time for

him, who didn’t keep plants, knew

seem to mind. He smiled faintly, his voice as soft and pleasant as ever. “It’ll

all it took was tossing a few seeds into the soil, and they’d fight

in warm weather, his plants would die in days–leaves turning yellow, stems wilting. But now, thanks to Yvonne,