Chapter 8
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Lily huffed and ran back to her room, sat down heavily on the couch, and grabbed a throw pillow to cover her face.
“Agh！”
She couldn’t take the fallout.
When her father was alive, she and her brother depended on each other and lived a cozy and comfortable life, though not rich.
Now she regretted immensely not listening to her father.
Before his death, her father had urged her not to take Alex away from Amo Island.
Otherwise he would be trapped.
She didn’t believe him, thinking that her brother would never leave Armor Island.
The result was a blow to the face.
Just as soon as he left the island, his brother completely changed into a different person.
Not only is Alex the heir to the Shengshi Group, but he also has a family.
Although brother and that woman did not receive a license, technically not a couple, but they have a child, marriage is sooner or later.
Alas, if I had known, I should have listened to my father and stayed off the island for the rest of my life.
It’s too late for regrets now.
Lily touched the pendant around her neck, a relic left to her by her father.
Whenever she was lost, she would take it out and touch it to get some comfort.
Just as she was thinking about it, her father’s dying words suddenly rang in her ears, “Don’t lose this pendant, or your bond with Alex will be broken.”
“Knock knock！”
“Ms. Lily, I’m here to clean the room, is it convenient to come in now？”
The housekeeping aunt came to clean the house in between the masters’ breakfast.
She was halfway through cleaning when she suddenly remembered that she needed to get a cleaning tool and left for a moment.
Lily heard the voice and scrambled to wipe her face with her sleeve, shoved her pillow haphazardly behind her and cleared her throat, “Come in.”
The lock on the door turned gently and a middle-aged woman in a uniform walked in carrying cleaning tools.
Her gaze lingered on Lily’s slightly red eyes for a moment and quickly lowered her head.
“Miss, I’ll clean up and leave, I definitely won’t disturb you.”
Her voice was soft and carried caution.
Lily didn’t answer, her gaze moving with the cleaning lady’s movements as she wiped the table.
She suddenly spoke, “Auntie, how long have you been working here？”
The housekeeper looked up, “I’ve been here for five years.”
Lily sat up straight all of a sudden, “And do you know how long that woman has been coming to the house？”
“That woman？”
“I’m talking about the young master’s mom.”
The housekeeper thought for a few seconds and responded, “You’re talking about the young master’s wife.”
“She and my brother aren’t licensed, so how can she be called the young wife? Are you mistaken？“
The housekeeper was a bit overwhelmed, “We all call it after the housekeeper, we don’t understand these relationships.”
She didn’t dare to offend any party.
Lily snorted coldly, no longer dwelling on the issue of name calling.
“Then let me ask you, is that woman really my brother’s girlfriend？”
“Ms. Lily, don’t embarrass me, I’m just a cleaner, how would I know about this.”
“Haven’t you been here for five years？”
The cleaning lady regretted that she had spoken too much, “I’ve stayed for so many years as just a cleaning lady, I seldom meet less。That young lady.“
“So have you seen the child, how much do you know？”
“Ms. Lily, you can ask Young Master Alex.”
Lily bristled, “Are you stupid, my brother has lost his memory, it’s useless to ask, why else would I ask you？”
Cleaning barely pulled the corner of her mouth and continued to lower her head to wipe the table.
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A stretch Rolls Royce slowly drove into a lush green manor.
This was where Grandma Alex, aka Eleanor Sinclair, lived.
Teddy was unusually excited and couldn’t wait to unbuckle his child seat.
“Mommy, unbuckle.”
Sophie stroked his head, “Mommy will unbuckle it for you when the car stops.”
Teddy obediently quieted down.
Alex looked at the scenery in the manor and felt an indescribable sense of familiarity.
Supposedly he’d lived here for a while and was practically being groomed as the heir to the Sinclair family.
Then he was snatched back into the Whitmore family by his grandfather.
Last night Uncle Harris had taken him to the room where he’d once lived and told him many stories of his childhood.
For some reason, it was all warm and funny old stories, but the more he listened, the more irritated he became.
His intuition told him that Uncle Harris was hiding something from him.
The truth was definitely not that nice.
But he didn’t bother to dig deeper and left that home early.
Before he left, Uncle Harris even told him about the family。
His grandfather, Edward Whitmore, was a legend in the business world, founding the Whitmore family fortune from nothing.
Lost his wife in middle age.
Married to the powerful in the business world Sinclair family Miss Eleanor Sinclair, that is, he will see the grandmother.
Grandpa and Grandma were a powerful combination, and after their marriage they worked together to take their careers to the top.
Today, both the Whitmore and Sinclair families are among the most powerful.
In the tenth year of their marriage, they suddenly announced their divorce.
As for the reason for the divorce, Grandpa never talked to the public.
Uncle Harris also did not say anything about it, only that both of them were too strong and could not get along with each other, so they parted ways.
Grandpa and Grandma were both career-oriented, and had a son, his father Richard Whitmore, during their marriage.
His father and mother were in a business marriage and did not have a good relationship.
His mother held his hand and gritted her teeth as she counted all his father’s sins.
It turned out that his father had a small family abroad, keeping a lover and a pair of illegitimate children.
This is an open secret in the circle of luxury families.
Before his accident, his father began to bring his illegitimate children to attend various occasions.
He even tried several times to get the illegitimate children to recognize their ancestors and change their last name to Whitmore.
It was only after strong protests from the mother, and pressure from the maternal grandparents, that the matter was dropped.
Although he did not recognize his ancestry, the bastard has managed to enter the Whitmore family group and has risen to the position of regional president at a very young age.
If he hadn’t returned in time, this bastard was afraid that he would have taken the position of the group’s president.
Alex narrowed his eyes slightly and stared out the window, his eyes gradually becoming vicious。
“Daddy~” Teddy shouted in a milky voice, “We’re here, get off.”
Hearing this cry, the dangerous aura on Alex’s body instantly disappeared, and his eyebrows softened.
“Well, Daddy’s holding you.” He reached out and took the child in the child seat into his arms.
Sophie looked at the family of three walking in front of her, with Alex’s menacing appearance still in her mind.
For a moment, she even suspected that Alex had regained his memory.
But now it seemed that it hadn’t.
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The Tea Room.
An elegantly dressed silver-haired old lady sat on a rattan chair with an elegant and calm posture, focusing on the book in her hand.
Despite being over eighty years old, she was still hale and hearty.
“Great grandmother！”
A tender child’s voice rang out, from far and near, accompanied by the sound of clattering footsteps.
The old madam followed the sound and saw her great-grandson running towards her cheerfully, her serious face instantly softening as she dotingly said: “Aigoo, my little baby is here！”
She opened her arms and caught the little one who pounced over steadily.
“Great Grandma I’m here with Mommy and Daddy to see you.” Teddy replied loudly.
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