Sienna and Tristan were gobsmacked!
Who would have thought that the woman raising their precious daughter was Marcel''s first love!
Jasper pondered for a moment. "Noe, Grandma Harriet''s final resting ce is at the Lambert
ancestral home, right? Should we relocate her to our family''s burial ground?"
The way Marcel was acting, it was clear Grandma Harriet meant the world to him.
Noe shook her head. "No need. Grandma loved it there. I don''t want to disturb her peace."
Marcel nodded in agreement. "That''s right. She always adored the rolling hills and the greenery, and
having that old osmanthus tree by her side made her happy."
Their first encounter under a massive osmanthus tree, with its blossoming flowers showering down,
had stayed with him all these years, never fading from his heart!
Marcel''s eyes brimmed with memories. He removed his sses and wiped a tear from the corner of
his eye, looking hopefully at Noe.
"Darling, could you share those pictures with me?"
Noe nodded. "Grandma had made a video recording before she passed. It should be with the
Lambert family. I''ll find time to get it back."
They had discovered the existence of the video when they opened the safe. In the letter Old Mrs.
Lambert had left for Noe, there was a note telling her about a video she had recorded, which was
kept with the Lambert family.
After some thought, Marcel brought up the trending online topics to Noe.
“Looking at it this way, it seems like the Lambert family is behind this. Noe, can you... tell me who
your grandma''s significant other was?"
It was embarrassing for someone his age to ask such a thing, but thankfully, no one in the family
seemed to mock him!
Noe shook her head. "There wasn''t anyone. Grandma always took care of me by herself.
Grandpa, Vincent isn''t her biological son either; she adopted him."
Upon hearing this, Marcel unconsciously breathed a sigh of relief, then muttered under his breath.
"Good, good. If that fool really was her own, and she found out I had someone beat up her son,
she''d never forgive me."
"Grandpa, what did you say?"
Marcel quickly shook his head, indicating he hadn''t said anything.
Jasper stroked his chin. "The Lambert family is no good. They were cruel to Noe and to Grandma
Harriet. Noe shouldn''t go there to retrieve anything. What if she runs into danger? We need to
find a way to make them give it to us willingly."
Tristan also disapproved of Noe going to the Lambert family and looked at Jasper. "How will you
get them to hand it over? Will Vincent agree?"
Knowing his stingy, greedy nature, would he willingly give something so valuable to Marcel?
Jasper patted his chest confidently and raised an eyebrow. "Don''t worry, Dad, I''ve got a n!"
Tristan knew his youngest son was full of tricks and probably had another clever scheme up his
sleeve. "Alright, just be careful not to put your sister in jeopardy."
Noe looked at Marcel and asked, "Grandpa, what did you mean when you said Grandma
deceived you?"
Marcel let out a sigh. Even he wasn''t sure what had happened!
"Harriet and I were very close, but one time when I came back from a mission, she was lying there
covered in blood. I rushed her to the hospital, and then she was gone! All these years I thought she
had passed away. If only I had known she was still alive..."
Marcel didn''t finish his words.
"So, Grandpa, how did you end up marrying Ashlyn?"
"It''s all a blur now." As he spoke, Marcel sifted through his mind, trying to piece together the past,
his eyes deepening with the weight of memory.
He hastily stood and walked to his study, pulling out a thick stack of old receipts from a tall cab.
Finally, he picked up a faded invoice and strained to read the worn letters.
"I remember taking Harriet to Tandy Hospital. I was right."
Noe blinked in surprise.
Tandy Hospital again?
N?velDrama.Org ? 2024.
"Back then, I should have made proper arrangements for Harriet''s burial, but an urgent mission
came up. There was a copse after an earthquake in a nearby county, and I had to go help. I
entrusted Merrick Horwich with Harriet''s burial..."
As he spoke, Marcel recalled the times Merrick looked at him with an expression full of unsaid
words. He now understood that he had been duped by them all!
"No, I must confront Ashlyn and get to the bottom of their deception! They''ve all been lying to me!"
The mastermind behind all this was likely Ashlyn herself.
As Marcel stormed off, Tristan, worried about his father''s wellbeing, quickly followed.
"Hey, Dad! Wait for me!"
Noe watched their retreating figures and felt her thoughts churning.
If her father wasn''t Ashlyn''s biological child but indeed Marcel''s, then did Marcel and Old Mrs.
Lambert have any children back in the day?
Tristan and Old Mrs. Lambert''s features did resemble each other in certain angles, but that wasn''t
umon nor enough to be conclusive.
Noe returned to her room, grabbed her phone, and essed the Lunar Lab internal system. She
then requested a DNAparison to confirm the rtionship between sample D and sample H.
[Contact me with the results.]
[Understood.] came Mizar''s reply, apanied by an audio file.
Vincent''s voice echoed, "Arrange for some people to stage an ident on Noe''smute. It''ll
just be an unfortunate incident."
"She took my mom''s precious treasure and thought she could hide it? What if she decides to sell it?
We can''t have that!"
"It belongs to our Lambert family! If that brat won''t y nice, then let''s give her a little scare. I''ve
already found a buyer for the bracelet."
...
Noe clicked off the chat, rubbing her temples with a sigh.
Her cell buzzed with Mizar''s name shing on the screen.
"Boss, did you catch that insane stream? Vincent''s off his rocker! The bloke''s plotting to hire a hit
and stage a car crash to off you."
Vincent would never guess that the little clinic in town was owned by Pris Star, fitted corner to
corner with their state-of-the-art surveince. They''d snagged footage of him skulking around,
scheming about taking out their head honcho!
With a calm that chilled the bone, Noe instructed, “Then leak my dailymute to him.”
"Roger that!"
"And while you''re at it, check who''s been trying to buy that bracelet. I''ve got a hunch it''s someone
from Grandma''s old circle."
Noe had always thought of her grandmother as nothing more than a kind, gentle vige woman,
never probing deeper.
She never anticipated that her grandma had nearly be Mrs. Schnabel herself. This revtion
suggested that her grandma''s social circle must''ve been nothing to scoff at—Grandpa Sexton and
Grandpa Merrick were proof of that, both friends of Grandma''s!
Mizar''s voice bubbled with mock servitude, "At once, mdy!"
Noe could only roll her eyes at such antics. "Cut the drama, Mizar. Just get on with it."
...
Meanwhile, in the Phoenix Lab, ra strode into her office, the crisp rustle of her newb coat
marking her passage.
Jacob nced up. "Weren''t you supposed to be on vacation? Addicted to the grind?"
"My sister''s headed back home. What''s a holiday for me if not running experiments?"
It didn''t matter what ra did; her thoughts were always swirling with experiments. Even her pre-
sleep ritual involved mulling over data. A break was the real anomaly.
She picked up the experiment notes left by Noe and instinctively leaned in, sniffing them.
There was a faint, familiar scent clinging to the paper, like a whiff of déjà vu.
Something felt off. Driven by her hunch, ra stepped out of theb and dialed Mizar''s number.
Furrowing her brow, she cut straight to the chase. "Hello, I need to know, what''s your boss''s name?
Does she know me? Or, perhaps, do I know her?"