Chapter 208


    Chapter 208 Is He at The Marshall Vi?


    Imogen returned home, scanning the living room but not finding Mochi.


    She bent down to look under the table and indeed met a pair of round, big eyes.


    She couldn’t help butugh.


    Recognizing Imogen, Mochi ventured out from under the table, meowing.


    Imogen bent over, picked up the cat, and settled on the couch, stroking its fur. Pulling out her


    phone, she called the Marshall vi.


    After a few seconds, the call was answered, and Daisy’s voice came from the other end, “Hello, Ms.


    Forbes?”


    “Daisy, is La home?”


    “She is. Let me hand the phone to her.”


    Daisy nced at Troy sitting on the side sofa and passed the phone to La.


    “Imogen? Are you back from your trip? How was your time abroad? Why did you call?” La took


    the phone, motioning Troy to be quiet.


    “Grandma, it’s nothing major. I just wanted to visit, but I was unsure if you’d be home, so I thought


    I’d call first.”


    “I’m home. Come over soon, I’ve missed you,” La replied.


    Troy’s lips curled into a bitter smile upon hearing this.


    Even though he couldn’t hear Imogen’s voice, he could guess what she had said.


    She wasn’t just asking if La was at home, she was inquiring if he was at the Marshall vi.


    “By the way, Grandma, is anyone else at home?” Imogen hinted.


    La, understanding who Imogen was referring to, shot a nce at Troy and decisively replied,


    “No! It’s just me and Daisy here.”


    “Okay, I’ll head over right away.”


    After hanging up, Imogen fed Mochi and headed out.


    Back in the Marshall vi, La put down the phone and red at Troy, “Why are you still sitting


    here?”


    Troy sighed, “Grandma…”


    “Calling out to me won’t help. I won’t assist you in deceiving Imogen. What good is regretting now?


    Where were you earlier?” La sighed, “It was your grandfather and I who helped facilitate this


    marriage, hoping Imogen would have a good life. But now, this oue… I’m too ashamed to face


    her.”


    Troy paused before speaking, “I’ve let you and Grandpa down. I’m sorry.”


    “If she doesn’t want to see you, I won’t let here over when you’re here. And if she’s here, you


    better not show up.”


    Troy’s expression darkened, and after a brief moment, he softly said, “I understand. I’ll leave


    now… I’ll pick up Grace from the airport tomorrow morning and bring her to the vi.”


    “Fine, fine, you’ve said that before. Just go.” La gestured dismissively.


    Troy got up and left in big strides.


    Once in his car, he drove a short distance, and then killed the engine. He leaned back in his seat,


    eyes closed.


    From this position, he could see the entrance of the Marshall vi.


    About half an hourter, a familiar car stopped at the entrance.


    Imogen alighted, opened the trunk, took out some gifts she had bought on route, and entered the


    vi.


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    In the afternoon, when Imogen left the vi and returned to her spacious single–level apartment, the


    security guard informed her of a parcel awaiting her.


    Receiving the box marked ‘fragile,‘ she realized her camera had arrived.


    Testing it, she took some snaps of Mochi.


    The rity and detail were much better than phone shots. The photos of Mochi, with its cone of


    shame, round eyes, short legs, and fluffy fur, melted her heart.


    She decided to log into her Instagram ount and posted two pictures of Mochi.


    After the previous controversies, her follower count had surged.


    Under her Instagram post where she had shared a photo of the divorce agreement, many


    comments expressed that they had misunderstood her in the past and now felt sympathy for her


    and supported her.


    Initially, she didn’t want to use that Instagram ount anymore.


    However, in today’s highly interconnected world, any slight move of a celebrity would be posted


    online. Many events were even influenced by opinions on social media.


    Imogen wasn’t sure who was behind her father’s death, but she feared that if her private


    investigations were exposed, she might meet the same fate as her father.


    Thus, she needed to maintain her online presence to protect herself.


    If she died, the truth would be revealed.


    There was also another possibility, Noah might uncover some leads, but due to procedural issues


    or interference from insiders, the case might not be re–investigated.


    In that case, she would use her public visibility and influence to pressure the relevant departments


    to re–examine the case.


    That said, the Inte was a double–edged sword.


    She needed to maintain her online presence. Despite her reluctance, Imogen still had to manage


    her Instagram ount diligently.


    After posting Mochi’s pictures, she received manyments praising the cat’s cuteness and some


    rehashing past events.


    She noticed someone asking about her Australian trip, probably having known about it from


    Charlie.


    Imogen carefully penned a detailed ount of her travels with Charlie, integrating photos from


    various ces they visited, which earned her more praise.


    The next morning at 6:20, a ck Porsche Cayenne drove into the airport parking lot.


    Troy got out of the car and entered the terminal, waiting in the arrival area.


    Wearing a gray coat, his tall figure attracted many nces.


    Chapter 208 Is He at The Marshall Vi?


    After personally seeing Grace off for her flight, Emily sent him a message that the flight took off on


    time and should also arrive punctually.


    Troy looked at his watch and then looked up toward the arrival corridor.


    After about five or six minutes, a group of passengers emerged from the exit.


    Among them was a little girl about four or five years old, dressed in a thick, long cotton jacket with


    little boots on her feet, looking like a tiny penguin. She held onto the straps of the backpack on her


    shoulders and obediently followed behind an airport staff member.


    “Grace.” Seeing Grace’s figure, Troy called out. When she looked his way, he waved at her.


    Grace’s face split into a grin, and she dashed toward him like a cannonball, throwing herself into


    Troy’s arms and nting a kiss on his face. “Uncle!”


    Having secured airport services, the staff member, after confirming that Troy was Grace’s family, left


    with peace of mind.


    Troy effortlessly lifted Grace into his arms. “Did youe all by yourself? Were you scared on the


    ne?”


    Grace shook her head, wrapping her arms around Troy’s neck. “Not scared. Grandma said you


    woulde to pick me up.”


    go


    home.”


    Troy smiled and, holding Grace, began walking out. “Good girl. Let’s Grace peeked around, her little


    face puzzled. “Uncle, why didn’t Auntiee to pick me up? Is she at work?”


    Troy paused, his smile turning a bit stiff. Pinching Grace’s cheek gently, he replied, “I’ll tell you when


    we get home.”


    Unaware of any underlying issues, Graceughed joyfully. “I brought gifts for you and Auntie!”


    “You’ll have to give it to her personallyter.”