Honey, You're a Billionaire?

Having accepted the woman's apology, Lizzie decided not to dwell on the matter anymore. She gazed at the woman intently, a profound idea forming in her mind as she thought about the upcoming Young family charity auction. "You have yet to pay your respects to Mr. Young Senior since his passing. It's only fitting that you do so now that your identity has been reestablished," she said.

The woman felt a twinge of hesitation but knew better than to argue with Lizzie. "Alright. I shall visit him first thing tomorrow morning."

Early the next day, the woman arrived at the cemetery with a bouquet of flowers. She gently placed them before Oliver's grave, her eyes fixed on the weathered photograph on the tombstone.

A mix of cold determination and satisfaction flickered in her gaze. Her eyes gleamed with a triumphant light as she removed her sunglasses and mask.

"Grandpa, I'm back. Do you still recognize me?" she rasped. Without waiting for a response, she continued in that same rough tone, "I suppose I am unrecognizable to you now. But look at my eyes. Do they not seem familiar?" She let out a chilling laugh. "Grandpa, you always loved these eyes. Does seeing them make you happy?"

She continued, "Grandpa, I'm about to meet them. Do you think they'll be surprised to see me? I bet they won't recognize me either."

The woman had a defiant look in her eyes as if she was issuing a declaration of war. After a brief moment, she rose to her feet.

"I'd love to stay longer, Grandpa, but madam said I shouldn't linger here. After all, this cemetery is under Mr. Miles' watchful surveillance..."

She added, "Grandpa, Mr. Miles-no, I should say, Miles-is quite the dutiful son. Perhaps he's already aware that someone suspicious came to see you by now."

As she had anticipated, her actions did not go unnoticed. In a hospital owned by the Young family, Miles was reviewing the report from the cemetery. His brows furrowed in concentration.

"Mr. Miles, a woman visited Mr. Young Senior's grave. She wore sunglasses and a mask, so we couldn't see her face, but she seemed quite young."

The vague description failed to jog Miles's memory. Frustrated, he demanded, "Send me the surveillance footage immediately." He needed to see it for himself.

Moments later, the surveillance footage arrived in his email. He opened the video and saw a woman in a black dress.

Although every angle failed to reveal her face, something about her figure stirred a vague sense of familiarity in Miles.

"Miles, is everything alright?" Rose's voice pulled him from his thoughts. She had just returned from a rehab session with Yvonne and noticed the serious expression on his face as he stared at his phone. Almost instinctively, Miles hid his phone and averted his gaze. "It's nothing, Rose. But there's a company matter I need to attend to."

"Alright. Be careful on your way, Miles," Rose replied with concern.

Seated in her wheelchair, Yvonne watched Miles' hurried departure and frowned.

"Something's up! He's definitely hiding something from you!" she said with certainty. "The way Mr. Miles acted just now, especially how he hid his phone, made it clear that he's keeping a secret."

Naturally, Rose had noticed Miles' strange behavior as well, but she simply smiled without saying a word.

Her nonchalant reaction surprised Yvonne. "Rose, he's obviously keeping something from you, and you're just... you're being way too calm about it!"This is property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

Rose chuckled. "He's my family, Yvonne. He's entitled to his privacy."

Yvonne couldn't argue with that. "But..." she began, still feeling a sense of unease about Miles' behavior. Despite her reservations, she agreed with Rose's perspective.

After all the time they had spent together, Yvonne had come to understand that Rose considered Miles family, regardless of their lack of blood relation, and family members didn't need to pry too much into each other's private matters. Meanwhile, the woman from the footage had already disappeared by the time Miles reached the cemetery. However, a bouquet left at Oliver's grave immediately caught his attention.

"Purple lilies of the valley..." he muttered.

Acting on instinct, Miles picked up the bouquet and examined it closely. Once he had confirmed they were indeed purple lilies of the valley, he quickly scanned the area as if searching for something.

However, no one was within sight. In his mind, distant voices echoed, resurrecting long-forgotten memories.

"Miles, from now on, you'll be my brother...

"Grandpa gave me purple lilies of the valley today. They're my lucky flowers from now on.

"Miles, Grandpa allowed me to plant purple lilies of the valley in the garden. He even gave me seeds...

"Miles, the lilies of the valley are so beautiful this year. I met someone at school who's just as beautiful. His name is Jonathan.

"Miles, I want to marry Jonathan and become his wife..."

The voice in his memories shifted from the innocent tones of a child to the bright, hopeful voice of a young woman. Her image transformed from a sweet, timid child to a vibrant, spirited teenager. Buried deep within Miles' heart, these memories had long been untouched. Yet now, they surfaced uncontrollably, filling his mind.

A thought took root, and he couldn't suppress his excitement. His hand trembled slightly as he gripped the bouquet.

"Harriette... is it really you? Grandpa, was it Harriette who came to see you?

A gentle breeze rustled the leaves of the surrounding trees. Yet, no answer came to his questions.

Miles reviewed the surveillance footage once more. The woman had kept her head down, seemingly intent on avoiding the cameras. Even as she left the frame, he never saw her face. Despite this, her mere presence had undeniably stirred something within his heart.

Over the next couple of days, Miles often seemed distracted. Ever perceptive, Rose couldn't help but notice the change in his demeanor.

One evening, after they parted ways at the hospital, Rose was on her way back to her temporary residence when she encountered Miles' assistant carrying a large bag of alcohol. Looking flustered, the assistant glanced nervously toward the stairs. Rose quickly pieced things together. "Give it to me," she said.

The assistant hesitated but eventually handed the bag to her.

T.no

When Rose arrived at the rooftop, she found the ground littered with empty bottles. Miles was sitting a ping-pong table with his back facing her. It was clear that he was burdened by something weighing on his mind.

"Was it because of the secret he was hiding that day?" She lowered her gaze thoughtfully. Approaching him from behind, she opened a bottle of beer and took a sip. "Miles, how could you drink without inviting me? That's not very nice."

Miles was slightly inebriated. The sudden voice startled him, sobering him up significantly. "Rose? How did you "

"I happened to see your assistant

bringing you some drinks, and I

thought I'd join in. I hope you don't mind me crashing your party. You wouldn't be mean enough to send me away, would you?" Rose interrupted him with a playful wink.

Miles' gaze instantly softened with affection. "Of course not. Come here..."

Rose walked over, handing Miles a beer and sitting beside him. The cool night breeze was refreshing as it swept over them. As they drank, Rose was about to ask what was bothering him when Miles spoke first. "Rose..." he began.