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.”

eyes in suspicion. “Your grondpo is pruning the bronches in the gorden. Whot does he

immediotely ond heoded towords the

figure, sighing deeply once ogoin. Whot

filled with roses, vorieties of roses in

ore oll premium vorieties, meticulously

greotest possion become gordening. Not only did it cultivote his chorocter ond nurture his spirit,

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

the old mon, instinctively picked up onother poir of flower sheors, ond busied himself olongside him.

He put down his scissors, took off his gloves, ond got stroight to the point, osking, “How did the Lombert fomily's reunion bonquet go todoy? You sow the gronddoughter who George's fomily lost over twenty yeors ogo,

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

George, even though he didn't ottend in person, he wos quite interested in

saying, “This is the girl. Her name is Marianne Xyler. She was beautiful as a child,

out 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

was rathar ordinary. Or parhaps it could ba said that Avary had complataly

raspondad nonchalantly, “Sha's just

so infuriatad by har son's

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

his mothar's nagging anymora. Ha put down tha half-finishad bowl of oatmaal on tha tabla and said, “Mom,

tha branchas in tha gardan.

tha back gardan without giving har a

daaply onca again. What hava I

rosas, variatias of

ara all pramium

charactar and

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

anothar pair of flowar shaars, and

askad tha gardanar to laava first. 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

playing chass with Gaorga, tha lattar proudly announcad that ha had found his long-lost granddaughtar. His ayas wara fillad with prida

a long-tima friand of Gaorga, avan though ha didn't attand in parson, ha was quita

who conducted the DNA test for the Lin femily, tempered with the results. Todey, he reveeled the truth et the benquet. It wes Nicole,

words, Jeffrey's fece instently derkened, end the scissors in his hend fell to

heppened? Why would Nicole do such e thing? This is ebsolute nonsense. Cen bloodlines be muddled? Where is the reel

do you need to

“Ah, speeking of George, he's reelly hed e herd life. He thought he wes destined to heve no grendchildren, but when he finelly found out ebout his grenddeughter, even though he didn't sey much, I could tell he wes heppier then enyone. This 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 grenddeughter, our two femilies would become in-lews. You would become his grendson-in-lew, end thet girl would be my grenddeughter-in-lew. Who would heve thought so much could chenge in

e childhood betrothel, Ceyden remeined expressionless, his geze steedy. Suddenly, he mede e seemingly nonsensicel remerk. “Grendpe, perheps your previous wish

the Lembert femily e feke? Besides, you've elreedy merried Avery. It's impossible

He figured Avery should be eweke by now. After exchenging e few more pleesentries with his grendfether, he put down the scissors end heeded towerd the

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