In Akloit, Old Mr. Foley received a call from Cheyenne last night and found Cierra.
They will be home this morning, and he was so excited that he couldn’t sleep all night, finally staying up until dawn.
He hurriedly asked the butler, Joe, to order dozens of bouquets of flowers to be placed in the living room, as well as many small cakes and snacks that Cierra liked to eat.
Even Oliver, who was always diligent and studious, didn’t want to go to kindergarten this morning.
He secretly took Great-grandpa’s phone and sent a text message to his teacher asking for leave.
Seeing the little guy sitting in the living room, old Mr. Foley finally remembered what he had forgotten.
“It’s almost eight o’clock now, Oliver hasn’t gone to school yet, hurry up and get ready, have breakfast, and Great-grandpa will take you to school.”
Upon hearing this, the little guy looked at him seriously and explained, “Our teacher is on sick leave, so our class doesn’t have to go to school today.”
Old Mr. Foley didn’t understand much about school, so he kept asking Oliver with doubt.
“Is that true? Your teacher is sick, how serious is it? If it’s serious, why don’t we wait for your mom to come back and ask her to take a look?”
If it were someone else, old Mr. Foley might not be so concerned, but that was his precious great-grandson’s teacher.
Teaching is a great job, and the teacher has been taking care of Oliver. Now that she is sick, it’s not a big deal to help her out as much as he can.
Oliver was afraid that his mom would go to the school to inquire about the teacher when she came back, so he quickly got up and hugged Great-grandpa’s leg, and answered, “Our teacher… she hurt her foot and went to the hospital. But don’t worry, Great-grandpa, she’ll be back tomorrow.”
“Oh, I see. Then, you stay at home and read today.”
“Okay.”
With Great-grandpa’s approval, Oliver finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Great-grandpa was so easy to fool. If it were Dad or Mom, he would have to go to school today.
Two hours later, around 10 o’clock in the morning, Cheyenne and the others finally returned.
Upon hearing the sound of the car engine outside, the two of them couldn’t wait and went to the gate to greet them.
“It’s Cheyenne!”
“And little sister and Grandpa!”
Their joy showed on their faces as they eagerly waited.
Cierra finally returned to the familiar place. As soon as she got out of the car, she ran towards the two with her little skirt flying.
Her skirt was fluttering, like a fancy little butterfly.
Oliver’s obsidian-like eyes lit up brightly. He reached out his hand to hug his silly little sister, but Cierra bypassed him and threw herself into Great-grandpa’s arms.
Her sweet voice contained a hint of crying, “Great-grandpa, Cierra missed you so much…”
Even old Mr. Foley’s eyes reddened. He rarely cried in front of younger generations, but this time he couldn’t hold back his tears.
He held Cierra tightly and couldn’t bear to let go.
“Great-grandpa’s little Cierra, you really worried Great-grandpa during this time.”
“Let Great-grandpa see if you’ve lost weight. Oh dear, my little darling has really lost a lot. After coming back home this time, Great-grandpa will make sure to fatten you up.”
Cheyenne couldn’t help twitching her lips when she heard this. Grandpa was just talking nonsense. She couldn’t see if Cierra had lost weight. She actually felt that she had gained some weight compared to before. Grandpa was just being delusional.
“Grandpa, look up and see who I brought for you?”
Upon hearing Cheyenne’s words, old Mr. Foley looked up unconsciously.
In front of him stood a man with gray hair, wearing a shabby looking coat with frayed embroidery.
The face, full of wrinkles, had a smiling expression that seemed almost cheapskate-like.
This smile was simply too magical, it was hard for him to forget it.
“Oh, it’s you, rogue.”
Old Bray spat at him disdainfully. He almost sprayed saliva.
“Go away, what rogue? I’m two years older than you, isn’t it reasonable for you to call me big brother?”
Old Mr. Foley sneered.
“What’s the use of being older than me? When we were on the battlefield, you were always the fastest runner!”
“I wasn’t running fast, that was tactical retreat, don’t you understand? Besides, I’m a military doctor. Is it reasonable for me to charge forward?”
“Yes, yes, you’re right. Old Bray, you’re just slippery as always. After all these years, you haven’t changed a bit.”
“But you’re only getting more and more backward. You can’t even take care of your own great-granddaughter. Fortunately, she was picked up by me. If it were someone else, you’d better start crying.”
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Cierra was picked up by Old Bray?
Old Mr. Foley hadn’t thought of this.
When Cheyenne spoke to him on the phone last night, it was already late, and he didn’t want to disturb his rest time, so she only briefly mentioned that they would be coming back today and didn’t say anything else.
Now old Mr. Foley turned his gaze to Cheyenne and sought confirmation from her.
“Is it true?”
Cheyenne nodded and recounted the story from Cierra being taken away by Vincent to being picked up by Old Bray and brought to the Eaton family of Yrose.
After listening, they all couldn’t help but admire, “Fate is truly amazing!”
Old Bray and old Mr. Foley were good friends when they were young, and now Old Bray picked up Cierra.
The Eaton family and the Bray family are in-laws, and Cheyenne found Cierra at the Eaton family while looking for Vincent.
William also found his biological parents at the banquet. Could all of this be predestined?
Regardless, Cierra’s safe return is something worth celebrating;
Old Mr. Foley and Old Bray, after thirty years of separation, their reunion is the second cause for celebration.
Putting these two things together, it’s really double happiness. Old Mr. Foley was in a good mood today and waved his hand for the butler to bring out his collection of liquor.
“I bought this bottle of liquor thirty years ago. Originally, I wanted to give it to you as a wedding gift, but who knew you, old man…”
At this point, Grandpa looked at Paisley, as if he still couldn’t believe that she was the same slim and beautiful young girl from back then.
He quickly coughed.
“Sister-in-law, I spoke carelessly, please don’t mind.”
Paisley elegantly ate her food. Oscar Foley had helped her a few times when he was young, and he was also Old Bray’s friend. She certainly wasn’t petty.
“Don’t mention it, it’s been so many years. I don’t mind.”
“Don’t call me sister-in-law anymore, we divorced a long time ago, hmph!”
This time, it was Old Mr. Foley who was shocked. He kicked Old Bray’s foot under the table.
Old Bray was about to drink his wine, but with such a kick, he spilled the liquor in his hand onto his plate.
Seeing this, he wailed and quickly picked up the plate to lick the spilled wine, not caring about his image.
“Why did you kick me, you old man? You wasted such good wine!”