Honey, You're a Billionaire by Chandler Solar

Chapter 560 Sudden Appearance

Eleanor's thoughts naturally drifted toward the unfinished embroidery restoration project in her study. The last time Rose visited the Finch Manor, Eleanor had been impressed by her knowledge of embroidery patterns. With the need to repair her damaged evening gown, Eleanor found a convenient reason to visit Rose without appearing too forced or unnatural.

Satisfied with her plan, a smile crept onto Eleanor's face.

Meanwhile, someone else also had Rose on their mind. Nestled comfortably against Cyrus' chest, Lizzie had regained her composure. As she thought about her upcoming birthday, she spoke up.

"Cyrus, I want to wear something special for my birthday this year. I want us to create more unforgettable memories together."

Cyrus, ever indulgent of Lizzie's wishes, responded without hesitation, "That won't be a problem. I will bring you the finest gowns from the most prestigious brands worldwide."

Lizzie managed a grateful smile but let out a disappointed sigh. "Other brands are fine, but I've always loved K&K's designs. There's one designer with a truly unique style. It's just a shame she hasn't released anything new in a long time." Detecting the sorrow in her voice, Cyrus couldn't bear to see his wife disheartened. If the designer hadn't created anything new, he would simply commission her to do so.

"What's the designer's name?" he asked.

"Ms. Flora," Lizzie replied.

While others' thoughts were fixated on Rose, the woman in question was about to return to the Young Estate with Miles.

However, she noticed they weren't taking the usual route as they drove. Their destination appeared to be entirely different.

A guess formed in Rose's mind, but she remained silent. As the car veered further off the familiar path, her suspicions grew stronger.

A sense of longing welled up within her the closer they got to their destination. It reached its peak when they finally arrived, and she found herself standing before Oliver's gravestone.

"Grandpa, I've come to visit you," she murmured.

night was dark, and the image of Oliver on

grandfather's face was forever etched in their memories-the warmth

moments of connection with Oliver now made sense-it had always been the pull of their shared bloodline. He wasn't just

eyes. The regret of not having reunited while Oliver

his real granddaughter before he passed. He was aware his time was short even if that incident hadn't happened. "He was content, Rosie. In his final days, he

for the curious twists of fate that led her to Oliver-the unexpected meeting on her mother's birthday, the visit to the cake shop, and the coincidental trip to the park. These serendipitous moments gave her the chance to get to know him and call him

Mom over there?" she muttered to the gravestone. Oliver had dedicated his entire life to finding his daughter.

a long time, speaking softly to Oliver's gravestone and sharing her thoughts and feelings. It

the grave after they

person stood in

and hours passed until finally, without a word, the figure turned and left as quietly as they had come as

returned home to find

Rose and

leave in the car before her, and even accounting

spent two whole hours waiting at the

two hours?" she wondered, a hint of irritation surfacing within her.

moment Rose and Miles stepped inside, Harriette jumped up

Rose's hand affectionately, she adopted a teasing tone tinged with gentle reproach as she said,

were waiting for me?" Rose asked, her surprise

else would I be waiting for? You have no idea how much I wanted to talk at the banquet, but there was a sea of people around you. I

shielded her, she couldn't recall seeing her much at the event. But then again, with so many people around, perhaps she hadn't noticed. "You wanted to talk to me?"

want to discuss

I wanted to congratulate you! But not for finding