Chapter 61 The Same Eyes


    "Yes, Grandpa." Henry responded and gave Yvonne a meaningful stare before he left.


    Stared at for no reason, Yvonne thought that there was something on her face and could not help


    feeling around for it.


    Sue was there to clean up the table, so Yvonne grabbed her and asked, "Sue, look at me. Is there


    something on my face?"


    Sue studied her face carefully. "No. It''s fair and fresh, s o pretty!"


    "Then why did Henry look at me like that just now..." she murmured to herself.


    Sue smiled. "Sir probably thinks that madam''s gotten prettier recently."


    "Prettier?” Yvonne was startled before sheughed." It''s impossible. I know what I look like. I''ll call


    myself easy on the eyes at most. I''m not pretty."


    Jacqueline was the pretty one. Her face was one that couldpare to a celebrity''s. If she were as


    gorgeous as Jacqueline, would Henry pay more attention to her?


    "Madam, I’m not lying. After you got thinner recently, you''re really prettier than before. You had a


    little baby fat in the past. Now that it''s gone, it''s like a transformation," Sue said seriously.


    Yvonne stroked her face in a daze. "Really..." "Of course it''s true. Take a look at the mirror if you


    don''t believe it, madam," Sue encouraged.


    Yvonne fished out her phone, then and glided to her front camera to use it as a mirror. It was either


    the face -slimming effect of the camera or a psychological effect from Sue’s words, but Yvonne


    thought that she did seem to be thinner than she was and looked a tiny bit better.


    "Madam, I’m right, am I not?" Sue looked at her with a chuckle.


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    Yvonne kept her phone and coughed bashfully. "I think you are...”


    "That''s right. Madam is good looking. You''re just not very confident. Your features are delicate,


    especially your eyes..." Sue stopped suddenly when she got there and looked rather surprised.


    Yvonne got nervous for no reason. "Sue?"


    She waved her hand in front of the housekeeper.


    Sue snapped out of her trance. "Madam, I suddenly realize that you look quite alike to that woman


    from the Conrads."


    "You mean Jacqueline?" Yvonne raised her brow.


    "Yes. When I looked at your eyes just now, I thought they looked like hers. If I didn’t know that your


    parents were around, I''d think that you were sisters,"


    Sue deadpanned.


    It was Yvonne’s turn to be surprised. "Sisters? Do we look that simr?"


    Sue nodded in certainty. "Your eyes really look like hers, but the rest of your features are only


    slightly alike."


    Yvonne quieted down. She had a vague image of her facial features, merely knowing that she


    looked decent, thus she never thought about looking like anyone in the past.


    Moreover, Sue would not lie. If she said so, it meant that she and Jacqueline must bear some slight


    resemnce.


    Was it because of this that Henry had looked at her just now?


    Thinking about it, Yvonne was slightly bitter. She could not help imagining outrageous scenarios of


    being a recement.


    “Madam, what are you thinking? I called you twice but you didn''t answer." Sue tapped her shoulder.


    Yvonne reeled back her thoughts and rubbed her cheeks to ster on a smile. "Nothing. What’s up,


    Sue?"


    "I brewed a pot of tea in the kitchen. Master asked for i t previously. Send it to him, madam." Sue


    gave her a task.


    Yvonne hummed. "Sure."


    She got up and followed Sue into the kitchen. Passing the tray of teapot and teacups to her


    carefully, Sue reminded Yvonne, "The tea is hot. Go slower when you go upstairs, madam.”


    "Don''t worry." Yvonne reassured her with a nod and headed up.


    When she came to Henry''s study room, she could only call from the outside as she had no more


    hands to knock at the door. "Grandpa."


    "Is it Yvonne?" Old Lancaster stopped his conversation when he heard her voice and told Henry,


    "Open the door."


    Henry frowned but did not say anything as he did what he was told.


    "What are you doing up here?" he asked faintly, looking at Yvonne.


    Yvonne lifted the tray in her hands. "Here’s Grandpa''s tea."


    "Give it to me," said Henry.


    Knowing that they were in a discussion and she did not n to go in, Yvonne ced the tray on the


    man''s hands. "I''ll go down then."


    "Hold on," Henry called.


    Yvonne turned to ask, "Is there anything else?"


    "Did you tell Grandpa anything before this?" Henry narrowed his eyes.


    Yvonne did not understand him. "When?”


    "When I was changing upstairs."


    "Oh..." Yvonne dragged out her reply and recalled it, fidgeting with the hem of her clothes and


    blushing. "I didn’t say much. Grandpa just asked if we had any good news for him."


    "What good news?" It was Henry''s turn to be confused.


    Yvonne looked down, abashed. "Kids..."


    Henry''s expression was worth noting before he swiftly recovered to his aloof front. "Anything else


    other than that?"


    "He asked about where thepany is going for the team building too. Nothing else," Yvonne


    answered honestly.


    Henry watched her in silence for some time before replying, "Okay, you may go now."


    "Sure, bye!" Yvonne waved at him before leaving with a hum.


    Henry watched her petite frame vanish and involuntarily felt sorry toward her. It seemed like he had


    misunderstood her. 1


    When the old man scowled at him just now, he thought that she had told him about the bone


    marrow donation.


    He would ask her if she needed anythingter aspensation.


    Henry then turned to close the door and returned to the study.


    "Where''s Yvonne?" Master Lancaster peeped behind him. "Why is it only you?"


    Henry ced the tray down and answered indifferently while he poured tea. "She''s just here to send


    the tea. She left."


    "Where were we?" The old man took a sip of the tea his grandson passed him.


    Henry seated himself down in front of the old man. " Looking for him."


    "Oh, right." Old Lancaster put the teacup down and heaved a heavy sigh, "I wonder how that child is


    now"


    "He should be alive.”


    "Who knows... It''s been more than twenty years.


    There''s a slim chance that he''s still alive." The old man closed his eyes in grievance.


    Unable to see the old man in sorrow, Henry got up and went behind him to massage his shoulders.


    "Don’t be sad, Grandpa. I''ll find my younger brother.” 1


    "Hopefully so," the old man sighed but did not bear much hope.


    If he could really be found, they would have found him a long time ago. It would not have been over


    twenty years without any news. His poor grandson... He was abducted when he was only two years


    old. When they finally had an inkling of his news back then, his son and daughter-inw were met


    with an ident while they were on their merry way to him.


    Not only did that ident take Old Lancaster''s son and daughter-inw away from him, but it also


    took thest of his young grandson''s news away!


    "Henry...” The old man turned to look at the named man.


    Henry stopped his ministration. "What is it, Grandpa?"


    "If your younger brother can’t be found, you''re my only grandson. The bloodline of the Lancasters


    mustn’t end here, do you understand?"


    "I do," Henry replied with a nod.


    Old Lancaster nodded in content. "That''s good then. How''s your arrangement regarding


    remembrance day?"