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 the gravestone was barely

was forever etched in their memories-the warmth

always been the pull of their

of sadness crossed her eyes. The regret of not having reunited while

Miles gently placed a hand on her head, his voice soft as he reassured her, "Grandpa knew you were his real granddaughter before he passed. He was aware his time was short even if that incident hadn't happened. "He was content,

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.

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

sharing her thoughts and feelings. It wasn't until rain began to drizzle from the sky that Miles gently urged her to

dressed in black and carrying a matching umbrella approached the grave after they

person stood

lost in thought. Minutes and hours passed until finally, without a word, the figure turned and left as quietly as they had come as if

back at the Young Estate, Rose and Miles returned home to find that Anastasia and

Rose and Miles

in the car before her, and even accounting for

two whole hours waiting at the estate before they

have they been during those two hours?" she wondered, a hint of irritation surfacing within her. However, she quickly concealed her emotions beneath a veil

moment Rose and Miles stepped inside, Harriette jumped up from the couch with exaggerated

she adopted a teasing tone tinged with gentle reproach as she said, "Rosie, you're finally back! I've been waiting for you

were waiting for me?" Rose asked, her surprise

would I be waiting for? You have no idea how much I wanted to talk at the banquet, but there was a

Aside from the moment when Harriette had 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

Harriette possibly want to discuss with me?" she

wanted to congratulate you! But not for