Honey, You're a Billionaire by Chandler Solar

Chapter 528 Returning To The Young Estate

Rose couldn't understand why Evan was apologizing to her. She wanted to ask more questions, but Evan had already turned away, his guilty and self-reproachful aura lingering in his silhouette. "Evan..." she called out softly.

Her voice made Evan's guilt grow even stronger, but he didn't dare to face her, and he couldn't bring himself to reveal that Dawn had played a part in her accident that night. Thinking about what had happened on this trip back to Aquastead, his eyes darkened with sorrow.

Even after Evan's figure disappeared, Rose remained standing there, still trying to make sense of everything. "What in the world happened on his trip to Aquastead?" she pondered. It was evident that he wasn't ready to discuss it. She yearned to know more, but some matters required patience. Perhaps, in time, Evan would feel comfortable opening up to her. Rose sighed softly. After placing her grandfather's suit in her room, she received a call from Miles. When she answered, a woman's hoarse voice came through the line. "Rosie..." Rose paused for a moment before she recognized the voice. "Etta?"

"See that, Miles? Rosie recognized my voice right away. Rosie, Miles and I are waiting for you outside the hospital," Harriette chirped. However, the phrase "recognized my voice right away" made Miles, who was sitting in the driver's seat, feel a pang of heartache.

"You're waiting for me outside the hospital?" Rose was puzzled. "Is... something the matter?"

"Come out, and I'll explain everything," Harriette replied, promptly hanging up the phone before Rose could respond.

Rose stared at her phone, her brows furrowing slightly. Given the current situation, she realized she had no choice but to go out and meet them.

Upon leaving the hospital, Rose immediately spotted Miles' car from afar. Harriette quickly exited the passenger seat and greeted her as she walked toward it.

"Rose, come on. Get in the car," Harriette said, opening the rear door for her. A flicker of realization crossed her face, and she smiled apologetically.

"Rose, I'd like to sit next to Miles. You won't mind, right?"

Rose hesitated briefly before forcing a smile. "No, I don't."

"I knew you were easygoing! Miles kept singing your praises on our way here, Rosie. He thinks you're just wonderful," Harriette teased, casting a playful glance at Miles.

Then, as if remembering something, she suddenly urged, "Let's get going, Miles!"

"Let's get going?" Rose thought as she inquired, "Where are we headed?" She looked at Miles through the rearview mirror, expecting him to answer.

speak, Harriette chimed in. "Well, I thought you were staying at the Young Estate, Rosie. So, when Miles mentioned that

pick you up so we could all go back to the Young Estate together. Rosie, I hope you don't mind that we didn't ask for your consent first. Miles speaks highly of your understanding nature,

creep over

it seemed that if she didn't agree to go back to the Young Estate, it would hurt Harriette's feelings. Since Harriette was Oliver's granddaughter, Rose didn't want to

said gently, noticing Rose's hesitation. Their eyes met in

with a

brightened, and her

sure that once we spend more time together, we'll become the closest of sisters!" Her words were filled

Harriette's past as Jonathan's childhood friend? Or is it because of the photograph I had discovered in Jonathan's room at the Finch Manor?" she mused as she took a deep breath, making an effort to warm up

drive, Harriette

particularly chatty. However, as

mood seemed to shift and she became unusually

was where Harriette had grown

that this place held many memories for Harriette. After being away for so many years, it was only natural that Harriette

you can live here in peace. Grandpa would surely be overjoyed to see this, even from the heavens." "Yes, I'm back." Harriette nodded, though deep down, she yearned

Ms. Rose, welcome back." Patrick greeted them

to see Rose at the estate and even more astonished by the person standing beside Miles

at the familiar face

were playing tricks on him. He rubbed them, attempting to refocus his

face remained unchanged. Still,

struggled to believe

was seeing.

until Harriette spoke that he finally accepted the

"Ha-Harriette. Patrick swallowed

and, with growing