Chapter 263: Chapter 263: Living in Your Heart (27)

"Who said he doesn’t like you?" Elliot Gill wondered if he was suddenly feeling charitable. "In consideration of the fact that this child doesn’t have a father, I’ll tell you, after the news of your death at the Presidential Mansion was released, Lewis tried to commit suicide with a gun but was stopped in time. After I heard about it, I let him recuperate for a long time and arranged for him to work in Country Y. That’s why he no longer had thoughts of dying. He’s been very guilty and upset about your supposed death. If he didn’t care about you, why would your death matter to him? He stayed by your side on my instruction, so don’t blame him."

These words struck Flora Palmer heavily in her heart. "Thank you for telling me, big brother. Please tell him there’s a woman named Rose Green who wants to meet him."

"Alright," Elliot Gill said thoughtfully. "Come to your mother’s room, I have important things to say to you all. The child shouldn’t come in."

Flora Palmer didn’t know what it was about and quietly instructed her son, then followed him to their mother’s room.

Frederick Palmer saw him return and said, "The doctor came by this morning."

Elliot Gill didn’t need to hear the rest to know what the situation was. He spoke, "Madam Palmer living to this day is not easy."

"Brother, what do you mean by that?"

"My biological mother, Clara Brooks, was hit and killed, and I was sold to human traffickers." Elliot Gill looked at Madam Palmer, half-smiling. "Do you really think I don’t remember?"

Flora Palmer could hardly believe what he said, "Brother, is what you said true?"

"Of course, it’s true," Elliot Gill clearly told her. "This is what your mother did back then, which is why I say her living to this day is not easy."

Flora Palmer fell silent.

Frederick Palmer said nothing, looking at Madam Palmer with a desire to speak but saying nothing, he went out.

Outside the bedroom, Flora Palmer asked, "Can I go to visit your mother’s grave?"

"Sure, I haven’t been there for a while either."

While changing clothes in his room, Elliot Gill made a call to Lewis. "A woman saying she’s Rose Green came to the Palmer Family today and said she wants to meet you."

"Young Master, what does this mean?"

Elliot Gill found the question a bit mysterious, not bothering to explain, "Flora brought your son back; do you want to come see him?"

Having said that, he hung up the phone.

Lewis had been by his side for many years, loyal and devoted. Bringing a family together was merely a matter of a few words, so why not?

Elliot Gill got dressed and went out, heading to Clara Brooks’ tomb.

The originally deceased steward was buried elsewhere, but after Elliot Gill returned to the Palmer Family, he had them buried together.

In this way, he felt his mother wouldn’t be lonely underground.

Flora Palmer brought her son to the grave and bowed three times. "I’m sorry."

She apologized to Clara Brooks on behalf of her mother.

She knew very well that if her mother hadn’t killed Elliot’s mother back then, his mother and the steward would have stayed together lovingly, and the steward wouldn’t have killed her second brother for revenge.

It was a cycle.

Thinking about Frederick Palmer, her heart ached.

She couldn’t help but feel very down.

All the way back, she was silent, feeling gloomy.

When the car entered the Palmer Family gates, she saw a man walking from afar.

Flora Palmer’s heart suddenly sped up as she looked at the man she hadn’t seen in years, her eyes reddening considerably.

She whispered to her son William Green, "That’s your dad."

William Green, who had always longed for a father, eagerly craned his neck to look.

He pushed open the car door and got out, with Flora following closely behind.

Seeing her face, Lewis was initially unsure, but seeing the child beside her, he had an answer in his heart.

"Hello, my name is Rose Green, and this is my son William Green."

"Hello, my name is Lewis."

"Nice to meet you."

"Same here."

——

Lucy Eaton looked at the newly renovated shop, very satisfied; the designer truly had skill.

Seeing the shop’s booming business, she felt very happy.

A few days ago, James Foster had met with her privately, and now seeing her again, as enthusiastic as always, "Lucy, have some ice cream, I just bought it."

She accepted it, "How much did the renovation cost?"

"One million, found by Jacob Green from a famous designer, and it was much cheaper with the discount."

The two went to the private room, where James Foster turned on the air conditioning. "Your dividends from the past few years have been deposited into your account."

"I checked, it’s a lot of money."

"The financial accounts from the past few years are all here." James Foster took out a large stack of printouts from the safe, "Check them one by one."

Lucy Eaton waved them off, "Put them back, put them back. Seeing the workload, I don’t want to check them. Besides, I trust you managing the store, no need to look."

James Foster put them back, "Aren’t you afraid I’ll pocket the money?"

"If you want to pocket it, go ahead, I’ll give you more if it’s not enough."

James Foster chuckled warmly.

"Our Lucy is truly good to me."

"If I’m not good to you, then who?" Thinking of Robert Langley and his wife, she found it amusing, "Some people are short-sighted, you’re different."

Watson brought in tea and fruit, followed by a little follower.

Lucy Eaton finished her ice cream and wiped her hands before picking up the child, "The girl looks pretty like Watson."

"I’m not bad looking, alright?"

"You’re not ugly, but if the daughter looks like you, it’s distracting to look at." She kissed the baby’s cheek, "Call auntie for a red packet."

Hearing ’red packet’, the little money-loving Bella Foster immediately called out, "Auntie."

Lucy Eaton took out a red packet from her pocket and handed it to her, "Here."

Bella Foster, receiving the red packet, beamed with a wide smile, her mouth unable to close.

Watson sighed softly, "How is this child so into money? So young and already loves it."

"Loving money means she’ll earn more when she grows up." Lucy Eaton sat down, asking, "Bella, do you like dad or mom more?"

"Mom."

"Why not dad?"

"I like him too, just after mom."

James Foster held his forehead, "Don’t I deserve face? No matter how much I buy and do for her, while Watson is strict with her, she always answers like that, really pisses me off!"

"Lucy, has the wedding date been set?" Watson asked with a smile.

"Yes, it’s October 26th."

"Why so long?"

"The Second Highness said he wants to attend; you know his situation. It’s not that long, the days fly by fast."

After chatting with them for an hour, Lucy Eaton said she was off to have lunch with Charles Sharp, "I heard from Jacob Green that Robert Langley paid his own breach of contract fee, I need to thank him properly."

James Foster nodded, "You should, give him my regards too."

"Won’t forget."

...

When Lucy Eaton drove to Charles Sharp’s house, the table was already set with a lavish spread.