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.

was dark, and the image of Oliver on

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 bloodline. He wasn't just a kind

regret of not having reunited while Oliver was still alive weighed heavily on

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 got to hear you call him Grandpa. Your presence brought him solace, and he was grateful for

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

the gravestone. Oliver had dedicated his entire life to finding his daughter. If there truly was an afterlife,

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 gently urged her to

umbrella approached the grave after they left. Shrouded by the darkness and standing perfectly still, one

person stood in silence,

turned and left as quietly

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

and Miles walked

our le curiosity, yes hackered with subtle curiosity. She had seen them leave in the car before her, and even accounting for any potential delays. They should have

spent two whole hours waiting at

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

stepped inside, Harriette jumped

them but managed to compose herself when she reached them. Grabbing Rose's hand affectionately, she adopted a teasing tone tinged with gentle reproach as she said, "Rosie, you're finally back!

were waiting for me?"

at the banquet, but there was a sea of

recall seeing her much at the event. But then again,

to

congratulate you! But not for