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.

of Oliver on the gravestone

and Miles didn't need to see it. Their grandfather's face was forever etched in their memories-the warmth

those inexplicable moments of connection with Oliver now made sense-it had always been the pull of their shared bloodline. He

sadness crossed her eyes. The regret of not having reunited while Oliver was still alive weighed heavily

He was aware his time was short even if that incident hadn't happened. "He was content, Rosie. In his final days, he got to hear you call him Grandpa. Your presence brought him solace,

felt a wave of gratitude herself. She was thankful 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,

had dedicated his entire life to finding his daughter. If there truly was an

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

to them, a figure dressed in black and carrying a matching umbrella approached the grave after they left. Shrouded by the darkness and standing

person stood

a word, the figure turned and left as quietly as they had come as if they had never been there

Miles returned home

Rose and

them leave in the car before her, and even accounting for any potential delays. They should

whole hours waiting at the estate before they

a hint of irritation surfacing within her. However, she quickly concealed her emotions

stepped inside, Harriette jumped up from

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

waiting for me?"

to talk at the banquet, but there was a sea of people around you.

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

want to discuss

"Yeah. I wanted to congratulate you! But not for