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 was

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

the pull of their shared bloodline. He wasn't just a kind old

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

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

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, and the coincidental trip to the park. These serendipitous moments gave her

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

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

carrying a matching umbrella approached the grave after they left. Shrouded by the

stood in silence,

the figure turned and

the Young Estate, Rose and Miles returned home to

and Miles

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

waiting at the estate before

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

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

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

waiting for me?" Rose asked,

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

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

want to discuss with me?" she

wanted to congratulate you! But not for finding