Chapter 126: A New production Grey eventually left the gym after some more exercises. He felt more cool and relaxed now. The first thing on his mind was tospeak with Beatrice.

He blamed himself for not asking for her number or where he could find her.

Well, he drove right back to the graveyard.

Hopefully that he would meet her again.

There was no one around the graveyard.

So, he walked back to the place where they sat previously.

He saw Beatrice on the chair, sobbing silently.

She must have been devastated or perhaps confused, especially because Grey accused her of murder.

Grey walked closer, only stopping a few inches away.

"Hi, Beatrice." Beatrice stopped at once and craned her neck towards Grey, a smile appeared on her face and she stood up.

“Grey, you came back?” She seemed happy.

Grey nodded once.

"Can we leave here? I need to have a chat with you.” Beatrice nodded quickly and wiped off the tears.” It’s ok then.” Greyled her to his car.

He pulled out of the graveyard, towards nowhere in particular.

He finally found the right spot and parked.

"What have you been doing all these years? Where are your children?” He bombarded.

He also wanted to ask her why she looked so unkempt but that might come as an insult.

So, he decided against it quickly.

Beatrice swallowed harder and looked out through the window.

"Your mother wasn't the only precious thing that I lost that night.

I lost my mentality as well," she finally looked at Grey and he saw a drop of tears from her left cheek.

my only son,

died before

couldn't stay long, I had to leave because I knew they were after the

she Stuttered." I couldn't

lears and it took him every ounce of his strength

suffered so much and

clothes just

still good friends on

the definition of a

pulled her into a hug, not mindful of

he was

sorry, Young master,” Beatrice

sorry for everything that had happened to you,” he hesitated, “Mother,” he called

and

“Mother?”

and

have no parents, well they died already, And you lost

you will

my nanny Beatrice tried to

will refer to me as your mother? Grey wiped

you are

the position?" "Grey," Beatrice cried even harder

grown into

that you are Hale and healthy," she stroked his back “Don’t

for

Beatrice pulled back again,

your son because of

you’ve just gained

confused.” What? Have you taken over your father’s

I’m

something we

that you kept the secret to my mother's cream recipe?” “Yes, I did.” Grey smiled.” Why don’t we start on that journey already? I havea company and I would make

will go back

come up

avenge your

out Smooth Therapy and create a world of

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