Honey, You're a Billionaire? novel Chapter 509

Having accepted the woman's apology, Lizzie decided not to dwell on the matter anymore. She gazed at the woman intently, a profound idea forming in her mind as she thought about the upcoming Young family charity auction.

"You have yet to pay your respects to Mr. Young Senior since his passing. It's only fitting that you do so now that your identity has been reestablished," she said.

The woman felt a twinge of hesitation but knew better than to argue with Lizzie. "Alright. I shall visit him first thing tomorrow morning."

Early the next day, the woman arrived at the cemetery with a bouquet of flowers. She gently placed them before Oliver's grave, her eyes fixed on the weathered photograph on the tombstone.

A mix of cold determination and satisfaction flickered in her gaze. Her eyes gleamed with a triumphant light as she removed her sunglasses and mask.

"Grandpa, I'm back. Do you still recognize me?" she rasped. Without waiting for a response, she continued in that same rough tone, "I suppose I am unrecognizable to you now. But look at my eyes. Do they not seem familiar?"

She let out a chilling laugh. "Grandpa, you always loved these eyes. Does seeing them make you happy?"

She continued, "Grandpa, I'm about to meet them. Do you think they'll be surprised to see me? I bet they won't recognize me either."

The woman had a defiant look in her eyes as if she was issuing a declaration of war. After a brief moment, she rose to her feet.

"I'd love to stay longer, Grandpa, but madam said I shouldn't linger here. After all, this cemetery is under Mr. Miles' watchful surveillance..."

She added, "Grandpa, Mr. Miles—no, I should say, Miles—is quite the dutiful son. Perhaps he's already aware that someone suspicious came to see you by now."

As she had anticipated, her actions did not go unnoticed. In a hospital owned by the Young family, Miles was reviewing the report from the cemetery. His brows furrowed in concentration.

"Mr. Miles, a woman visited Mr. Young Senior's grave. She wore sunglasses and a mask, so we couldn't see her face, but she seemed quite young."

The vague description failed to jog Miles's memory. Frustrated, he demanded, "Send me the surveillance footage immediately." He needed to see it for himself.

Moments later, the surveillance footage arrived in his email. He opened the video and saw a woman in a black dress.

Although every angle failed to reveal her face, something about her figure stirred a vague sense of familiarity in Miles.

"Miles, is everything alright?" Rose's voice pulled him from his thoughts. She had just returned from a rehab session with Yvonne and noticed the serious expression on his face as he stared at his phone.

Almost instinctively, Miles hid his phone and averted his gaze. "It's nothing, Rose. But there's a company matter I need to attend to."

"Alright. Be careful on your way, Miles," Rose replied with concern.

Seated in her wheelchair, Yvonne watched Miles' hurried departure and frowned.

"Something's up! He's definitely hiding something from you!" she said with certainty. "The way Mr. Miles acted just now, especially how he hid his phone, made it clear that he's keeping a secret."

Naturally, Rose had noticed Miles' strange behavior as well, but she simply smiled without saying a word.

Her nonchalant reaction surprised Yvonne. "Rose, he's obviously keeping something from you, and you're just... you're being way too calm about it!"

Rose chuckled. "He's my family, Yvonne. He's entitled to his privacy."

Yvonne couldn't argue with that. "But..." she began, still feeling a sense of unease about Miles' behavior. Despite her reservations, she agreed with Rose's perspective.

After all the time they had spent together, Yvonne had come to understand that Rose considered Miles family, regardless of their lack of blood relation, and family members didn't need to pry too much into each other's private matters.