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.

the image of Oliver on the gravestone

it. Their grandfather's face was forever etched in their memories-the warmth of his

Rose, those inexplicable moments of connection with Oliver now made sense-it had always been the pull of their shared

regret of not having reunited while Oliver was still alive

were 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

unexpected meeting on her mother's birthday, the visit to

dedicated his entire life to finding his daughter.

a long time, speaking softly to Oliver's gravestone and sharing her thoughts and feelings. It wasn't until rain began to drizzle from

them, a figure dressed in black and carrying a matching umbrella approached the grave after they left. Shrouded by the darkness and standing perfectly still, one could hardly notice anyone was there

stood in silence,

without a word, the figure turned and left as quietly as they had come as if they

Miles returned home to find that Anastasia and Harriette

Rose and Miles

car before

two whole hours waiting

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

and Miles stepped inside, Harriette jumped up from the couch

greet them but managed to compose herself when she reached them. Grabbing Rose's hand affectionately, she adopted a teasing tone tinged with

were waiting for me?" Rose asked, her

banquet, but there was a sea of people around you. I couldn't even get close! "And then... you simply vanished. I couldn't find

couldn't recall seeing her much at the event. But then again, with so many people around, perhaps she hadn't noticed.

to discuss

congratulate