Where Petals of Vengeance Bloom

Chapter 105

"Mrs. Foster," Grace interjected hurriedly, "I just checked the weather forecast for Cresthaven, and they're predicting heavy rain for the next few days. Traveling now would be risky with the slippery roads, and getting wet would be quite undignified, especially for such an important occasion as meeting your future

granddaughter-in-law."

Mrs. Foster paused, considering Grace's words. "You're right. I'll wait until the rain stops. I wouldn't want my future granddaughter-in-law to think I don't take her seriously."

After all, it's not easy to find a granddaughter-in-law, and they certainly can't afford to scare her away.

"Oh, Grace! Make sure we have enough herbal remedies stocked up. No deer antler or ginseng? We need to get more. The girl is too thin, and I bet she needs a boost. These will be perfect for nourishing her."

"As soon as the rain ceases, we'll head over to see her. Her health will rely on your masterful herbal cooking."

"If we get her health in order this year, maybe next year, she'll bless the Foster family with a chubby grandchild."

"Oh, what a future to look forward to!" Mrs. Foster clapped her hands in delight, her smile wide and warm.

Grace shared in her excitement.

going for

understand how rumors painted him as a womanizer or suggested he had issues in that department, which prompted Mrs. Foster to schedule appointments with over ten specialists. Fortunately,

her, "In those romance novels, the CEO is always the handsome,

monk?

over the place. If he's not interested in women, surely something's wrong? Liam, tell me honestly, does Sean

and

glanced at Mrs. Foster sitting on the sofa, shaking her head. Having an elder in the family is a treasure, and now that they

in Cresthaven, at

restless night, Adah finally remembered Claire. The memory of Claire collapsing, her head bleeding profusely, sent

stubborn? Vanessa has such a pleasant personality, but Claire just can't seem

taking her place as the Linwood family's heiress.

as she descended the

night before

living room pristine as if

the storage room, hesitated for a moment, and gently

for a response,