Chapter 924: Chapter 924 What’s the story_1
Although everyone present had some connection to the Simmons Family, not everyone was like the Third Granduncle; there were a few who held shares in the Simmons Family’s stock.
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The old Simmons estate was very large. It would be more appropriate to call it a manor than a villa.
If one truly wanted to walk its entirety, to wander through every corner, it would certainly take a considerable amount of time.
The hall had been stiflingly stuffy, so when Hannah stepped outside and the cold wind blew, dissipating the heat, she finally felt a bit more comfortable.
Hannah didn’t have a particular destination in mind, but the deeper into the estate she went, the more desolate it seemed. Although flowers and trees were also planted here, a comparison with the other areas clearly showed they had been neglected.
It was already midday, a rare sunny day.
Hannah raised her hand to shield her eyes from the somewhat dazzling winter sun, and when she looked ahead again, she saw an old, dilapidated wooden hut in front of her, alongside which were numerous playground facilities.
It was quite simply a miniature amusement park.
However, most of the facilities showed signs of rust and wear due to long neglect. Large flakes of colorful paint had peeled off, and the wood had decayed, but one could still see the care that the original builder had put into it.
This must have been prepared for the children in the family...
Hannah stood still, looking down and seemingly lost in thought.
"This was prepared by my grandfather for me," said Jimmy Simmons as he walked up beside Hannah, his gaze falling on the dilapidated hut in the distance, with a look of nostalgia mixed with mockery.
Back then, Old Sir Simmons doted on Jimmy excessively, as if he wished to hold him high up in the skies, dismissing any trouble he caused with a laugh, indifferent to the consequences.
Coming back to her senses, Hannah turned and looked at him, "Shouldn’t you be discussing business with them?"
Jimmy let out a light chuckle, stepped closer to Hannah, the sudden proximity allowing him to easily catch a whiff of a familiar, faint fragrance.
Floral? Fruity?
Neither seemed right.
"Doesn’t Auntie Hannah know that in the Simmons family, I, the Eldest Young Master, am merely for show?" he said, his tone rich with self-mockery and a cold edge, but his eyes were fixed firmly on Hannah’s face, as though he wanted to discern something from her reaction.
Hannah pretended not to detect the undertones, catching the look he threw at her and continuing the conversation.
Her lips curved into a smile as she said, "Poor little nephew."
In the winter, most were bundled up tightly, but Hannah had removed her scarf and coat before stepping out, and now under the sunlight, her skin appeared exceptionally pale and delicate.
Especially with her slender neck.
After a few seconds’ pause, Jimmy moved his gaze upward and caught sight of her rosy lips, her soft white cheeks, and her especially clear eyes that seemed to blow a spring breeze into one’s heart.
A stir within him, and where others might have averted their gaze out of courtesy or for other reasons, Jimmy’s eyes remained fixed, not shifting even slightly.
He slowly parted his lips and uttered, "Does Auntie Hannah want to hear a story?"
"A story?" She turned her face towards him, her radiant, bright features showing interest, "What sort of story?"
He saw her eyes curling up, as if harboring the colors of dawn and night, and above the night sky, full of twinkling stars.
A sense of inexplicable familiarity swept through his heart.
There was a momentary stillness in his eyes, which Hannah pretended not to notice.
After a while, Jimmy suppressed the restlessness in his heart, turned his head to look at the old hut in the distance, covered in dust, his lips curving slightly, "A story about the Simmons family’s past."
