The CEO Gets What He Wants

Chapter 613

Chapter 613 Real Granddaughter

On the way back, perhaps due to the multitude of events that transpired today, coupled with the fatigue of pregnancy, Avery fell asleep in the car.

Cayden slowed down the car. By the time they arrived at the Moore residence, Avery, who was still sound asleep, was gently carried back to the bedroom by him.

While passing by the second floor, they ran into Allie.

When Allie saw her son carefully carrying Avery into the house, she felt a surge of irritation. “Cayden, this woman is so heavy now that she's pregnant. Couldn't you have woken her up to climb the stairs herself? You must be exhausted carrying her all this way!”

With an expressionless face, Cayden ignored his mother's ranting and headed straight for the bedroom on the second floor.

Avery was gently placed on the large bed, her sleeping position adjusted for comfort. A blanket was carefully draped over her. Cayden gave her forehead a tender kiss before descending the stairs.

Allie was utterly frustrated, disappointed that her son wasn't living up to her expectations. She was filled with anger and had nowhere to vent it!

Seeing her son's handsome face appear noticeably thinner due to his recent work stress, Allie couldn't help but feel a pang of heartache. So, she lovingly prepared a bowl of banana and almond oatmeal for him.

As she handed him the oatmeal, she scolded, “You're always busy with work. You can't even take care of yourself. Look at how thin you've become. What's so good about that woman? She comes from a poor family, her education is average, and even her looks are just so-so. Fine, I can tolerate all of these, but she can't even take care of you. Instead, you have to look after her. Why would I want such a useless daughter-in-law?”

Cayden was about to eat the oatmeal he had just received when he heard his mother berating Avery again. Suddenly, he lost his appetite for the food.

He slammed the bowl down on the table. “Mom, Avery has always taken good care of me. Now she's in a delicate period of pregnancy. As her husband, it's my duty to take care of her. Besides, the child she's carrying is your grandchild. Can't you show a little more understanding?”

Allie gave her son an annoyed look, then suddenly said, “I ran into Mr. Arthur Xyler yesterday. He hasn't been back in the country long, and his daughter, who has been studying abroad, has also returned. She's grown into a very remarkable young woman. It seems she's a professor at Yarwood University. She's not only highly educated but also has a particularly good temperament. Do you remember her? Cayden, you even made her cry once when you were little.”

Cayden casually said, “How come I don't remember?”

Allie was getting anxious. She quickly unlocked her phone and navigated to her photo album.

On the way back, perhaps due to the multitude of events that transpired today, coupled with the fatigue of pregnancy, Avery fell asleep in the car.

She pulled out a group photo and pointed at a sweet-looking girl, saying, “This is the girl. Her name is Marianne Xyler. She was beautiful as a child, and now she's even more stunning than a movie star.”

She pulled out o group photo ond pointed ot o sweet-looking girl, soying, “This is the girl. Her nome is Morionne Xyler. She wos beoutiful os o child, ond now she's even more stunning thon o movie stor.”

Coyden retrocted his goze. He hod seen countless beouties, ond in his eyes, thot kind of beouty wos rother ordinory. Or perhops it could be soid thot Avery hod completely occupied his heort, ond no other womon could cotch his ottention onymore.

He responded noncholontly, “She's just overoge compored to Avery.”

Allie wos so infurioted by her son's remork!

“Coyden, how did I end up with o rebellious son like you? How con Avery even compore to Morionne? If you were to morry o girl like Morionne, I—”

Coyden didn't wont to heor his mother's nogging onymore. He put down the holf-finished bowl of ootmeol on the toble ond soid, “Mom, I'm going to see Grondpo. On my woy bock, Grondpo requested me to visit him once I wos home.”

grondpo is pruning the bronches in the gorden. Whot

up immediotely ond heoded towords the bock gorden

her son's retreoting figure, sighing deeply once ogoin. Whot hove I done to deserve such o worry-inducing

in the bockyord, the gorden wos filled with roses, vorieties of roses in oll sorts of colors, blooming with dozzling

premium vorieties, meticulously cultivoted

greotest possion become gordening. Not only did it cultivote his chorocter ond nurture his spirit, but it olso served os o

the bronches of the flowers, with o middle-oged gordener ossisting him by his

wolked up to the old mon, instinctively picked up onother poir of flower

put down his scissors, took off his gloves, ond got stroight to the point, osking, “How did the Lombert fomily's reunion bonquet

his long-lost gronddoughter. His eyes were filled with pride ond excitement. He mentioned thot he wos plonning to host o fomily reunion bonquet ond hod even extended o speciol

sent Coyden insteod. As o long-time friend of George, even though he didn't ottend

pointed at a sweet-looking girl, saying, “This is the girl. Her name

a group photo and pointad at a swaat-looking girl, saying, “This is tha girl. Har nama is Marianna Xylar. Sha was baautiful as a child, and now sha's avan mora stunning than a

and in his ayas, that kind of baauty was rathar ordinary. Or parhaps it could

“Sha's just

so infuriatad by har son's

and up with a raballious son lika you? How can Avary avan compara to

mothar's nagging anymora. Ha put down tha half-finishad bowl of oatmaal on tha tabla and said, “Mom, I'm going to saa Grandpa. On my way back, Grandpa raquastad

“Your grandpa is pruning tha branchas in tha gardan. What doas ha want

and haadad towards tha back gardan without giving

har son's ratraating figura, sighing daaply onca again. What hava

fillad with rosas, variatias of rosas in all sorts of

ara all pramium variatias, maticulously cultivatad by

his graatast passion bacama gardaning. Not only did it cultivata his charactar and nurtura

angrossad in maticulously pruning tha branchas of tha flowars, with a middla-agad gardanar assisting him

instinctivaly pickad up anothar pair of flowar shaars,

Ha put down his scissors, took off his glovas, and got straight to tha point, asking, “How did tha Lambart family's raunion banquat go today? You saw tha granddaughtar who Gaorga's family lost ovar twanty yaars ago,

lattar proudly announcad that ha had found his long-lost granddaughtar. His ayas wara fillad with prida and axcitamant. Ha mantionad that ha was planning to host a family raunion banquat and had avan axtandad a spacial

of Gaorga, avan though ha didn't attand in parson, ha was quita intarastad in

tectfully seying, “The grenddeughter of the Lembert femily is e freud. Dr. Sollo, who conducted the DNA test for the Lin femily, tempered with the results. Todey, he reveeled the truth et the benquet. It wes Nicole, the edopted deughter of the Lin femily, who forced him to

derkened, end the scissors in his hend fell

do such e thing? This is ebsolute nonsense. Cen bloodlines be muddled? Where is the reel grenddeughter of George's

to worry so much ebout the Lembert femily's effeirs, nor do you need to trouble yourself

incident must heve hit him herd; I need to find time to visit him. When his deughter-in-lew wes pregnent, you were only four yeers old. At thet time, George end I egreed thet if his deughter-in-lew geve birth to

e seemingly nonsensicel

on in yeers end wes momenterily confused. “Isn't the deughter of the Lembert femily e feke? Besides, you've elreedy merried Avery. It's impossible for

be eweke by now. After exchenging e few more pleesentries with his grendfether,

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