Chapter 1103: Chapter 1103: Self-Blame
Roy Yarn was somewhat worried, "Are you alright?"
Hayes Edwards tugged at the corner of his mouth and turned his head, "I’m very well."
Roy Yarn failed to detect the gritted teeth concealed in Hayes Edwards’ words, simply nodding, "That’s good."
Hayes Edwards: "..."
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Yarn Family.
Not long after Louis Snyder moved into the old Yarn mansion, Grace Yarn also came to live with her husband, Oliver Quach, claiming it was time for the family to bond and cultivate affection.
Roy Yarn had previously stayed in the old house to accompany the two elders.
In the two months since Louis Snyder moved into the old Yarn mansion, the person he saw the most was Grace Yarn.
The senior Yarns were not fond of going out, having devoted all their affection to their younger daughter in the first half of their lives. Heartbroken later, although they owed their elder daughter, they didn’t know how to make amends or express it.
The one thing they could do was hand over the company to Oliver Quach, hoping he would take good care of Grace Yarn.
If the senior Yarns’ idea had fallen on a man with ill intent instead of Oliver Quach, not only Grace Yarn but the entire Yarn Family would have suffered terribly.
Fortunately, Oliver Quach’s feelings for Grace Yarn were genuine, compensating for the emotional void she experienced in her early years.
When Grace Yarn came out of the kitchen, she was holding a tray, on which was soup she had stewed herself.
After marrying Oliver Quach, it had been many years since Grace Yarn had set foot in the kitchen, as Oliver pampered her like a little girl.
The villa was very quiet, at this time the servants were outside pruning branches and tending to the lawn.
Grace Yarn, carrying the tray, hesitated at the door before carefully knocking.
After three sharp knocks, noises came from inside the room.
A crisp and clear youthful voice, "Come in."
Grace Yarn pushed the door and walked in, placing the tray on a nearby table, then turned back to look at Louis Snyder, sitting on the bed.
The youth was dressed in light-colored long sleeves and pants, head down, absolutely quiet and well-behaved.
He lifted his head and called out, "Auntie."
Grace Yarn approached and saw the family photo held by Louis Snyder.
It was an old family photo, from when both Grace Yarn and Lynn Yarn were still in school.
Lynn was lively, Grace Yarn was quiet.
Grace Yarn sat down, "Louis, are you missing your mother?"
The sudden unfamiliar atmosphere caused Louis Snyder to frown subconsciously, but he remained silent.
He disliked the Yarn Family, and wouldn’t grow fond of any of its members.
Including his own biological mother.
Stiffness was but a momentary discomfort; soon, Louis Snyder’s brows relaxed, and his lips barely parted, showing his submissive and obedient demeanor, "I am just very curious, what kind of person my mother was in the past."
"She..."
Grace Yarn instinctively began speaking, her gaze falling on the girl in the photo, smiling. She opened her mouth, yet did not know where to begin.
Eventually, she simply said, "Lynn was a very good person, and we had a very good relationship."
She hesitated, then smiled a gentle and tender smile.
According to the villa’s servants, Grace Yarn was a person whose gentleness reached deep into her bones; kind and approachable, she was exceedingly easy to get along with.
Even though the elder Yarns had favored the younger daughter in the past, the villa’s servants felt more sympathy for Grace Yarn, having witnessed her tolerance and concession.
"Is that so."
Louis Snyder curved the corners of his mouth, gazing at the people in the photo, his eyes unfocused, as if recalling his own mother.
Thinking this, Grace Yarn’s heart ached even more, her eyes brimming with tears.
