Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed

Chapter 649

The Dixon estate wasn't your typical modern Western-style mansion but rather an old, sprawling Victorian house that seemed to hark back to a bygone era.

The entrance led through a somewhat gloomy courtyard, its color a dull gray, with patches of plaster peeling off the walls here and there. The front was laid with cobblestones that spoke of its age at first glance. However, as you moved further inside, a warm and inviting atmosphere enveloped you. The deep red wooden beams gave off an air of elegance and history, and the ornate gables possessed an imposing charm. Beside the cobblestone path, small plots of land were dedicated to a vegetable garden.

To have such space for gardening right in the heart of Lumina City, near the historic district, was quite a statement of luxury.

Scales came out to greet them in person.

"Come on in; it's warm inside. Let me introduce you to my folks..."

Laird, dressed in a tailored grey suit, exuded a gentle and scholarly charm, his demeanor marked by the dignified grace that comes with age.

Helga wore a beige knit dress with a light coffee-colored shawl draped over her shoulders. Her complexion was fair and radiant, her age indiscernible, her long hair elegantly pinned up, exuding an effortless warmth and grace. Roseanne immediately thought of two words: dignified and elegant.

If they were still reeling from meeting Scales' parents, the sight of his grandfather, Lamont, left Roseanne and Mamie utterly speechless.

Mamie, feeling like a deer caught in headlights, was ushered by Scales to greet the elders before being seated.

her words tumbling over each other, "Roseanne, did you...I mean, did you see Lamont? I almost thought I had stumbled onto a live broadcast of some grand event!" Roseanne knew what she was trying to say and soothed her, "Stay

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trailed off, lost

and Mamie presented

elaborate, choosing their gifts during a quick

picked out a pair

pleased

both

could have given me a heads-up

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him hadn't changed despite his family background, simply shrugged, "You

two tables set up

reserved for the Dixon family's relatives and friends, white the

wasn't full, with two

being

went around introducing them: "These are my childhood friends, Driscoll,