Honey, You're a Billionaire by Chandler Solar

Chapter 509 Hiding Something From Her

Having accepted the woman's apology, Lizzie decided not to dwell on the matter anymore. She gazed at the woman intently, a profound idea forming in her mind as she thought about the upcoming Young family charity auction. "You have yet to pay your respects to Mr. Young Senior since his passing. It's only fitting that you do so now that your identity has been reestablished," she said.

The woman felt a twinge of hesitation but knew better than to argue with Lizzie. "Alright. I shall visit him first thing tomorrow morning."

Early the next day, the woman arrived at the cemetery with a bouquet of flowers. She gently placed them before Oliver's grave, her eyes fixed on the weathered photograph on the tombstone.

A mix of cold determination and satisfaction flickered in her gaze. Her eyes gleamed with a triumphant light as she removed her sunglasses and mask.

"Grandpa, I'm back. Do you still recognize me?" she rasped. Without waiting for a response, she continued in that same rough tone, "I suppose I am unrecognizable to you now. But look at my eyes. Do they not seem familiar?" She let out a chilling laugh. "Grandpa, you always loved these eyes. Does seeing them make you happy?"

She continued, "Grandpa, I'm about to meet them. Do you think they'll be surprised to see me? I bet they won't recognize me either."

The woman had a defiant look in her eyes as if she was issuing a declaration of war. After a brief moment, she rose to her feet.

"I'd love to stay longer, Grandpa, but madam said I shouldn't linger here. After all, this cemetery is under Mr. Miles' watchful surveillance..."

She added, "Grandpa, Mr. Miles-no, I should say, Miles-is quite the dutiful son. Perhaps he's already aware that someone suspicious came to see you by now."

As she had anticipated, her actions did not go unnoticed. In a hospital owned by the Young family, Miles was reviewing the report from the cemetery. His brows furrowed in concentration.

"Mr. Miles, a woman visited Mr. Young Senior's grave. She wore sunglasses and a mask, so we couldn't see her face, but she seemed quite young."

The vague description failed to jog Miles's memory. Frustrated, he demanded, "Send me the surveillance footage immediately." He needed to see it for himself.

Moments later, the surveillance footage arrived in his email. He opened the video and saw a woman in a black dress.

angle failed to reveal her face, something about

his face

Be careful on your way,

her wheelchair, Yvonne watched

something from you!" she said with certainty. "The way Mr. Miles acted just now, especially how he

strange behavior as well, but she simply

surprised Yvonne. "Rose, he's obviously keeping something from you, and you're just... you're being

chuckled. "He's my family, Yvonne. He's entitled

sense of unease about Miles' behavior. Despite her reservations,

time they had spent together, Yvonne had come to understand that Rose considered Miles family, regardless of their lack of blood relation, and family members didn't need to pry too much into each other's private matters. Meanwhile, the

of the valley..." he

the bouquet and examined it closely. Once he had confirmed they were indeed purple lilies of the valley, he quickly scanned

sight. In his mind, distant voices echoed, resurrecting long-forgotten

now on, you'll

gave me purple lilies of the valley today. They're my lucky flowers from now

the valley in the garden. He even gave me

beautiful this year. I met someone at school who's just as beautiful.

I want to marry

child to the bright, hopeful voice of a young woman. Her image transformed from a sweet,

root, and he couldn't suppress his excitement. His hand trembled slightly

is it really you? Grandpa, was it Harriette who came to

leaves of the surrounding trees. Yet,

intent on avoiding the cameras. Even as she left the frame, he never saw her face. Despite this, her mere presence had undeniably stirred