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.

and began wandering through the house, getting a

relocated here. They were

front yard, back courtyard, and, more importantly, a sense of liveliness that the old

of unrelated

respectfully with

returned to the old house, the hierarchy was

branch had been

were Richard’s inner circle. They wouldn’t be calling him “Young

It clicked. N

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

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outside now.

gone. But it felt like six years.

to forget he even exited. He hadn’t known any of this

called from not

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

beside the flowers–familiar in face and aura, unfamiliar in posture and

Charles was standing in the corridor, holding a large flower pot in

others. Anyone with a hint of OCD would have found this sight immensely

eyes

you doing?” Stefan asked.

thing in the world–like this had always been his routine. The pot was freshly planted and had just been

can’t grow anything now. Spring is

someone like him, who didn’t keep plants, knew that

smiled faintly, his voice

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

turning yellow, stems