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

forever etched in their memories-the warmth of his kind smile and loving gaze remained vibrant even amid

the pull of their shared

hint of sadness crossed her eyes. The regret of not having

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, Rosie. In his final days, he got

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

had dedicated his entire life to finding

lingered at 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

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

person stood in silence,

the gravestone, 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 they had never been there at

returned

Rose and

with subtle curiosity. She had seen them leave in the car before her, and even accounting for any potential delays. They should have arrived home around

hours waiting

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

stepped inside, Harriette jumped up from the

dashed to greet 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! I've been

were waiting for me?" Rose asked, her surprise

banquet,

thought back. 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 me?" she asked, her

possibly want to

I wanted to congratulate you! But