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The rain cooled the weather overnight, signaling the arrival of autumn.
There was no telling if it was because Barron Foster left unsettled or if even the heavens were crying
for him and his granddaughter. It rained all night heavily, and Natalie stayed with two servants at the
mourning hall to apany Barron until morning.
“Cheer up. Natalie, don’t be too sad. Maybe it’s a kind of liberation for Mr. Foster, too,” said Juana
Landor, who came to pay respects with Sherri early in the morning.
“Natalie, don’t be sad. Mr. Foster wouldn’t be at peace seeing you like this. He doesn’t like to see you
cry. Dear, you still have me. Seeing Natalie getting thinner overnight, Sherri felt her heart ache and
hugged Natalie tofort her.
After hugging for a moment, Natalie pushed away Sherri and politely bowed to Juana Landor, who felt
sorry for seeing such a scene. Her daughter and Natalie had formed a good rtionship since they
were young. They often hid in Sherri’s room and yed. Juana also liked Natalie very much. When
Natalie grew up and became a graceful youngdy, Juana wanted to matchmake her son with her, but
she could tell that Natalie only saw her son as an older brother.
After giving condolences, Juana left, and Sherri requested to stay with Natalie. Juana did not object.
“You rebellious girl, what on earth do you want? Your grandfather passed awayst night, and you
didn’t even notify me. I think you have bad intentions, just like your mother. Let me tell you…” The
person who came in was Natalie’s father, Harry Foster, who started scolding Natalie as soon as he
walked in.
“If you’re here to piss off Grandpa, please lift your noble feet, and the door is over there.” Natalie red
fiercely at Harry Foster, full of hatred and devoid of father–daughter love.
She gave him a cold and fierce look, full of murderous intent, and even Harry was startled. This was
the second time Natalie looked at him with this kind of expression. The first time was the day his ex–
wife jumped off the building.
People who came to pay their respects in the mourning hall were whispering to each other. Those in
the circle knew about the situation of the Foster family. Some felt sorry for Natalie, while others were
just there to watch. After all, nobody could genuinely empathize with someone else.
Sherri didn’t want her best friend to cause a scene with Harry in front of Mr. Barron Foster’s mourning
hall. In the end, it was her best friend who was hurt. She took a step forward and said, “Mr. Foster,
you’ve been here for a while. Shouldn’t you present flowers and say goodbye to Mr. Barron Foster?
Everyone around is watching!”
Sherri didn’t speak loudly. She instead leaned in close to Harry, speaking in a tone that seemed like
only the two of them. could hear. However, the mourning hall was not noisy at this time, so their
conversation could be heard by those who were within proximity.
Due to the Landor family’s influence and the current situation, Harry didn’t want to make a big scene
and decided not to argue further.
Theo Wilson was thest to arrive. After looking around, he didn’t see his worthless grandson. He
walked with agile steps to the mourning hall to pay respects.
“Natalie, after Barron’s funeral today, move to Adare Manor so that Barron can rest assured,”
suggested Theo Wilson.
“Okay, thank you, Mr. Wilson.” Natalie didn’t wholly refuse, only hoping to talk about everything
tomorrow.
The sky was still gloomy, with thick, low, and murky clouds covering the sky. The gentle breeze stung
like a sharp knife piercing through her ck hoodie, making her heart feel tight with pain.
In the cemetery, Sherri held a ck umbre for Natalie and stood quietly in the drizzle.
“Sherri, you go ahead. I want to have a private conversation with Grandpa.” A weak yet determined
voice broke the silent air.
“Okay, take the umbre, and I’ll wait for you at the foot of the mountain.” Sherri did not refuse. She
understood Natalie too
well, knowing she didn’t want to leave her grandpa and wanted to say goodbye to him onest time.
“Take the umbre with you. The rain isn’t heavy anyway. Don’t worry. Grandpa is here with me. He
won’t let the rain get
me.”
Sherri suddenly became teary–eyed, and her vision blurred as she looked at Barron’s tombstone. Her
voice choked as she said, “Okay, don’t stay too long. The drizzle is a bit cold. Mr. Foster would be
worried about you getting sick.”
With her back facing Sherri, Natalie did not answer. She just stared at her grandfather’s tombstone
without blinking. The inscription did not have her father Harry’s name, but instead had her name as the
granddaughter, Natalie.
Sherri turned around. Tears flowed down her face as she descended the mountain.
Natalie was in the misty rain without an umbre or raincoat. She just let the rain soak her hair and
dampen her cheeks.
The drizzle was wetting the surface of the tombstone. She kept wiping it with her slender hands.
“Grandpa, it’s just you and me now. Let’s chat for a bit. I have to criticize you today, Grandpa. You’re
terrible at picking the day. Today’s weather is awful. I wanted to send you off on a good day, but
because you are a believer, I had to spend a fortune to find a fortune–teller for you. Look at you,
always causing trouble. If we didn’t get the fortune–teller, it would have been fine. But, after the
fortune–telling, we ended up with this awful weather.
She sniffled, looked up at the dark sky, and held back her tears. “Grandpa, I miss you so much already.
I don’t want to go back home without you. That house holds so many childhood memories that I can’t
distinguish between reality and dreams. Today, Mr. Wilson suggested I move into the house of the
grandson–inw you chose, but I’m not used to living with a stranger. What should I do, Grandpa?”
Natalie leaned against the grave as if she were cuddling with her grandfather.
When Natalie wasing down the mountain, the rain stopped. Maybe it was because Barron Foster
cared about his granddaughter.
As she arrived at the foot of the mountain, Sherri’s car was still parked there. Natalie opened the door
and sat in the passenger seat as if it were her own car.
When the car arrived at the Foster’s residence, the servant hurriedly came out and said, “Miss, there is
awyer looking for you inside.”
“Huh? Did he say something? Grandpa didn’t tell me anything.”
“Go in and take a look, just in case it’s something Mr. Foster arranged. Sherri Landor spected that
nobody else woulde to find Natalie at this time, certainly not awyer. She didn’t have any of the
Foster family’s assets in her hands, so it must be something Barron arranged.
“Barron treated Natalie like his own life, so there was no way he wouldn’t leave her anything, thought
Sherri.
The man wore a ck suit and sses, exuding an air of refinement and intelligence. He appeared to
be in his forties and gave off a professional vibe.
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Seeing Nataliee in, he stood up and introduced himself first. “Hello, Miss Foster, I am thewyer
entrusted by Mr. Barron Foster, my name is Abbot Wright, and I am here today to fulfill Barron’sst
wish.”
Sherri was not surprised by his purpose foring, and she had guessed it before he even entered the
door.
“Mr. Wright, please take a seat. What did my grandfather instruct before he passed away?” asked
Natalie. Sherri also sat next
to her.
Abbott Wright opened his ck briefcase, ced several files signed by Barron Foster on the coffee
table, and began exining. “The first document is the transfer agreement for 20% of shares in the
Foster Group. The second is the currently existing donation agreement for this house. ording to
inheritancews, it should belong to your father, but Mr. Barron Foster has the right to distribute his
property. So, Miss Foster, you need not worry about any disputes. Also, all the funds, stocks, and cash
in Mr. Barron Foster’s bank ounts belong to you now. He personally notarized them. Even if you
don’t sign today, I can transfer everything to you. I have toplete this job for Barron Foster, so I
hope you will cooperate, Miss Foster. As a longtimewyer, he could tell that Natalie hadn’t decided to
inherit yet and understood all of Barron Foster’s
actions.
“Let’s sign it now. Miss Foster, you better follow Mr. Barron Foster’s wish. Before he passed away, he
said that these things. were owed to your mother and you deserve them.”
“Okay.” Natalie swiftly signed and stamped each page. Soon, all the formalities werepleted.
“Miss Foster, thank you for your cooperation. This letter is from Mr. Barron Foster to you. Please take
care and ept my condolences,” said Abbot before leaving swiftly.
His task waspleted. It was more than ten years ago when he was in his early twenties. Abbot
Wright, awyer, became a top yer in his field through his ability. The sudden glory and brilliance
made him proud, and pride led tocency. He underestimated awsuit and was dragged from
heaven to hell. He lost a case for a wealthy kid, and this blow devastated
him.
One day, Barron Foster approached him and asked for his help in making a will and getting it notarized.
“Young man, why did you let thatwsuit bring you down? Who were you working so hard for all these
years?”
Abbot looked up at the kind–faced old man and asked, “Who are you, sir?”
Barron replied. “Your client to be. Do you have the confidence to take the case?”
After losing thewsuit, nobody came to him anymore. This made Abbot see a glimmer of hope.
“Sure!”
“Hmm, it looks like there’s still hope for you,” said Barron.
After Abbot finished all the tasks with Barron Foster, Barron instructed him, “I don’t want you to give
this video to my granddaughter. Keep it in your safe if you never need it. As for the things you are
keeping for me, I will pay you for them. Young man, you are excellent, but youck some stability. No
matter how high you reach in the future, don’t be arrogant. You must always reflect on yourself to get
where you want to go.”
Thinking back to the past, Abbot was really grateful to Barron for his guidance and help when he was in
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After hiding everything for over a decade, the task was finally done. The only thing that wasn’t given to
Natalie was the final item. Over the years, Barron’s sry and trust in him exceeded his average
sry. Abbot was a grateful person.