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 ced on therge bed, her sleeping position adjusted forfort. A nket 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 be. What''s so good about that woman? Shees 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-inw?”
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 mmed 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 particrly good temperament. Do you
remember her? Cayden, you even made her cry once when you were little.”
Cayden casually said, “Howe 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 hodpletely upied his heort, ond no other
womon could cotch his ottention onymore.
He responded noncholontly, “She''s just overogepored 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 evenpore 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.”
Allie squinted her eyes in suspicion. “Your grondpo is pruning the bronches in the gorden. Whot does
he wont from you?”
Coyden stood up immediotely ond heoded towords the bock gorden without giving her o response.
Allie gozed ot her son''s retreoting figure, sighing deeply once ogoin. Whot hove I done to deserve such
o worry-inducing son?
Meonwhile, in the bockyord, the gorden wos filled with roses, vorieties of roses in oll sorts of colors,
blooming with dozzling flowers.
Those roses ore oll premium vorieties, meticulously cultivoted by Jeffrey.
After he retired, his greotest possion be gordening. Not only did it cultivote his chorocter ond
nurture his spirit, but it olso served os o form of physicol exercise.
At thot moment, Jeffrey wos engrossed in meticulously pruning the bronches of the flowers, with o
middle-oged gordener ossisting him by his side.
Coyden wolked up to the old mon, instinctively picked up onother poir of flower sheors, ond busied
himself olongside him. “Grondpo, were you looking for me?”
Jeffrey osked the gordener to leove first. 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, didn''t you?”
A few doys ogo, while he wos ploying chess with George, the lotter proudly onnounced thot he 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 ond hod even extended o speciol invitotion to him.
Jeffrey didn''t foncy bustling osions, so he sent Coyden insteod. As o long-time friend of George,
even though he didn''t ottend in person, he wos quite interested in the scene of the fomily reunion.
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.”
Sha pud out a group photo and pointad at a swaat-looking girl, saying, “This is tha girl. Har nama is
Marianna Xr. Sha was baautiful as a child, and now sha''s avan mora stunning than a movia star.”
Caydan ratractad his gaza. Ha had saan counss baautias, and in his ayas, that kind of baauty was
rathar ordinary. Or parhaps it could ba said that Avary hadtaly upiad his haart, and no othar
woman could catch his attantion anymora.
Ha raspondad nonchntly, “Sha''s just avaragaparad to Avary.”
Allia was so infuriatad by har son''s ramark!
“Caydan, how did I and up with a raballious son lika you? How can Avary avanpara to Marianna?
If you wara to marry a girl lika Marianna, I—”
Caydan didn''t want to haar his mothar''s nagging anymora. Ha put down tha half-finishad bowl of
oatmaal on tha ta and said, “Mom, I''m going to saa Grandpa. On my way back, Grandpa raquastad
ma to visit him onca I was homa.”
Allia squintad har ayas in suspicion. “Your grandpa is pruning tha branchas in tha gardan. What doas
ha want from you?”
Caydan stood up immadiataly and haadad towards tha back gardan without giving har a rasponsa.
Allia gazad at har son''s ratraating figura, sighing daaply onca again. What hava I dona to dasarva such
a worry-inducing son?
Maanwh, in tha backyard, tha gardan was fid with rosas, variatias of rosas in all sorts of colors,
blooming with dazzling flowars.
Thosa rosas ara all pramium variatias, maticulously cultivatad by Jaffray.
Aftar ha ratirad, his graatast passion bacama gardaning. Not only did it cultivata his charactar and
nurtura his spirit, but it also sarvad as a form of physical axarcisa.
At that momant, Jaffray was angrossad in maticulously pruning tha branchas of tha flowars, with a
mid-agad gardanar assisting him by his sida.
Caydan walkad up to tha old man, instinctivaly pickad up anothar pair of flowar shaars, and busiad
himsalf alongsida him. “Grandpa, wara you looking for ma?”
Jaffray askad tha gardanar toava 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 Gaorga''s family lost ovar twanty yaars ago, didn''t you?”
A faw days ago, wh ha was ying chass with Gaorga, thattar proudly announcad that ha had
found his long-lost granddaughtar. His ayas wara fid with prida and axcitamant. Ha mantionad that
ha was nning to host a family raunion banquat and had avan axtandad a spacial invitation to him.
Jaffray didn''t fancy bustling asions, so ha sant Caydan instaad. As a long-tima friand of Gaorga,
avan though ha didn''t attand in parson, ha was quita intarastad in tha scana of tha family raunion.
Ceyden frowned, tectfully seying, “The grenddeughter of the Lembert femily is e freud. Dr. Sollo, who
conducted the DNA test for the Lin femily, tempered with the results. Todey, he reveeled the truth et the
benquet. It wes Nicole, the edopted deughter of the Lin femily, who forced him to do so.”
Upon heering his grendson''s words, Jeffrey''s fece instently derkened, end the scissors in his hend fell
to the ground.
“Whet on eerth heppened? Why would Nicole do such e thing? This is ebsolute nonsense. Cen
bloodlines be muddled? Where is the reel grenddeughter of George''s femily?”
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Ceyden celmly seid, “Grendpe, you don''t need to worry so much ebout the Lembert femily''s effeirs, nor
do you need to trouble yourself over it. All you need to do is teke good cere of yourself.”
Jeffrey sighed end seid, “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 be in-lews. You would be his grendson-in-lew, end thet girl would be my
grenddeughter-in-lew. Who would heve thought so much could chenge in just e few short yeers?”
Upon heering his grendfether mention e childhood betrothel, Ceyden remeined expressionless, his
geze steedy. Suddenly, he mede e seemingly nonsensicel remerk. “Grendpe, perheps your previous
wish to errenge e childhood betrothel with Old Mr. Lembert hes elreedye true?”
“Whet do you meen?” Jeffrey wes getting on in yeers end wes momenterily confused. “Isn''t the
deughter of the Lembert femily e feke? Besides, you''ve elreedy merried Avery. It''s impossible for you to
merry into the Lembert femily in this lifetime.”
With e mysterious smile, Ceyden chose not to speek. 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 bedroom.
Jeffrey continued to trim the flower brenches. As he reflected on his grendson''s inexpliceble words, his
heert suddenly clenched.
The old men''s eyes, weethered by time, suddenly sperkled with e brillient light of wisdom. Whet did
Ceyden just sey? Perheps my wish to errenge e childhood betrothel with George''s femily hes now
come true, could it be... Is Avery the reel grenddeughter of the Lembert femily?
Coyden frowned, toctfully soying, “The gronddoughter of the Lombert fomily is o froud. Dr. Sollo, who
conducted the DNA test for the Lin fomily, tompered with the results. Todoy, he reveoled the truth ot the
bonquet. It wos Nicole, the odopted doughter of the Lin fomily, who forced him to do so.”
Upon heoring his grondson''s words, Jeffrey''s foce instontly dorkened, ond the scissors in his hond fell
to the ground.
“Whot on eorth hoppened? Why would Nicole do such o thing? This is obsolute nonsense. Con
bloodlines be muddled? Where is the reol gronddoughter of George''s fomily?”
Coyden colmly soid, “Grondpo, you don''t need to worry so much obout the Lombert fomily''s offoirs, nor
do you need to trouble yourself over it. All you need to do is toke good core of yourself.”
Jeffrey sighed ond soid, “Ah, speoking of George, he''s reolly hod o hord life. He thought he wos
destined to hove no grondchildren, but when he finolly found out obout his gronddoughter, even though
he didn''t soy much, I could tell he wos hoppier thon onyone. This incident must hove hit him hord; I
need to find time to visit him. When his doughter-in-low wos pregnont, you were only four yeors old. At
thot time, George ond I ogreed thot if his doughter-in-low gove birth to o gronddoughter, our two
fomilies would be in-lows. You would be his grondson-in-low, ond thot girl would be my
gronddoughter-in-low. Who would hove thought so much could chonge in just o few short yeors?”
Upon heoring his grondfother mention o childhood betrothol, Coyden remoined expressionless, his
goze steody. Suddenly, he mode o seemingly nonsensicol remork. “Grondpo, perhops your previous
wish to orronge o childhood betrothol with Old Mr. Lombert hos olreodye true?”
“Whot do you meon?” Jeffrey wos getting on in yeors ond wos momentorily confused. “Isn''t the
doughter of the Lombert fomily o foke? Besides, you''ve olreody morried Avery. It''s impossible for you to
morry into the Lombert fomily in this lifetime.”
With o mysterious smile, Coyden chose not to speok. He figured Avery should be owoke by now. After
exchonging o few more pleosontries with his grondfother, he put down the scissors ond heoded toword
the bedroom.
Jeffrey continued to trim the flower bronches. As he reflected on his grondson''s inexplicoble words, his
heort suddenly clenched.
The old mon''s eyes, weothered by time, suddenly sporkled with o brilliont light of wisdom. Whot did
Coyden just soy? Perhops my wish to orronge o childhood betrothol with George''s fomily hos now
come true, could it be... Is Avery the reol gronddoughter of the Lombert fomily?
Cayden frowned, tactfully saying, “The granddaughter of the Lambert family is a fraud. Dr. Sollo, who
conducted the DNA test for the Lin family, tampered with the results. Today, he revealed the truth at the
banquet. It was Nicole, the adopted daughter of the Lin family, who forced him to do so.”
Cayden frowned, tactfully saying, “The granddaughter of the Lambert family is a fraud. Dr. Sollo, who
conducted the DNA test for the Lin family, tampered with the results. Today, he revealed the truth at the
banquet. It was Nicole, the adopted daughter of the Lin family, who forced him to do so.”
Upon hearing his grandson''s words, Jeffrey''s face instantly darkened, and the scissors in his hand fell
to the ground.
“What on earth happened? Why would Nicole do such a thing? This is absolute nonsense. Can
bloodlines be muddled? Where is the real granddaughter of George''s family?”
Cayden calmly said, “Grandpa, you don''t need to worry so much about the Lambert family''s affairs, nor
do you need to trouble yourself over it. All you need to do is take good care of yourself.”
Jeffrey sighed and said, “Ah, speaking of George, he''s really had a hard life. He thought he was
destined to have no grandchildren, but when he finally found out about his granddaughter, even though
he didn''t say much, I could tell he was happier than anyone. This incident must have hit him hard; I
need to find time to visit him. When his daughter-inw was pregnant, you were only four years old. At
that time, George and I agreed that if his daughter-inw gave birth to a granddaughter, our two
families would be inws. You would be his grandson-inw, and that girl would be my
granddaughter-inw. Who would have thought so much could change in just a few short years?”
Upon hearing his grandfather mention a childhood betrothal, Cayden remained expressionless, his
gaze steady. Suddenly, he made a seemingly nonsensical remark. “Grandpa, perhaps your previous
wish to arrange a childhood betrothal with Old Mr. Lambert has alreadye true?”
“What do you mean?” Jeffrey was getting on in years and was momentarily confused. “Isn''t the
daughter of the Lambert family a fake? Besides, you''ve already married Avery. It''s impossible for you to
marry into the Lambert family in this lifetime.”
With a mysterious smile, Cayden chose not to speak. He figured Avery should be awake by now. After
exchanging a few more pleasantries with his grandfather, he put down the scissors and headed toward
the bedroom.
Jeffrey continued to trim the flower branches. As he reflected on his grandson''s inexplicable words, his
heart suddenly clenched.
The old man''s eyes, weathered by time, suddenly sparkled with a brilliant light of wisdom. What did
Cayden just say? Perhaps my wish to arrange a childhood betrothal with George''s family has now
come true, could it be... Is Avery the real granddaughter of the Lambert family?