My Flirtacious Husband novel Chapter 689

Chapter 689 The Photos

Yuvan was the one coming toward them. “Ms. Rachford, my grandpa has invited you and Mr. Sutton to join us for the meal.”

At that, Genevieve curled her lips.

Instead of getting the housekeeper to keep away the gift that Genevieve gave to him in the house, Herbert placed it on the chair behind him.

Once he saw Yuvan returning with the two people, Herbert stared at Genevieve for a while.

Even though the look in his eyes was still an intense one, he smiled. “Thank you for making the little tigers a pair again.”

Genevieve returned the smile. “I'm glad you like it.”

Herbert then arranged for Genevieve and Cooper to sit at his table. Genevieve sat by his left, and Sylvie sat by his right.

As Sylvie's head was hung, no one could see the emotions in her eyes.

The few housekeepers then surged into the front yard as they served delectable dishes onto the table.

Everyone there, other than Genevieve and Cooper, were Zeiglers, so they chatted merrily away with one another a while after the meal started. Midway, they even raised their glasses and wished Herbert a happy birthday.

Herbert kept chuckling, and he even drank two glasses of wine. It was obvious that he was elated.

“Eat more, Sylvie,” Herbert dotingly said as he put some food on Sylvie's plate. Then, as his heart ached, he said, “Look at you, you're so skinny.”

Herbert had long gotten the second test results.

He heaved a heavy sigh of relief when he saw them, as he could finally be sure that Sylvie was his biological granddaughter.

As the driver has said, Sylvie must have inherited her father's ruthless character.

“Okay.” Sylvie nodded obediently. “Granddad, you're not in great health, so don't drink anymore.”

Sylvie nearly dropped the fork she had in her hand.

Didn't Jack say that he'll erase my mother's information and photo for me when I made the deal with him? Where did Cooper find these photos?

Herbert hurriedly took the phone from Cooper and scrolled to the end. It was then he was greeted by the photos of a young woman.

She was not beautiful, but she looked like a gentle person.

Herbert's excitement died down when he saw the photos. He desperately tried to find a trace of his daughter on the woman's face, but there was none regardless of whether it was her face, her lips, or her eyes.

When Sylvie leaned over and saw her mother's photo, her heart skipped a beat.

She then covered her mouth and quietly muttered, “I lost the box where I kept all my mom's belongings when I was moving back then. I don't even have a single photo of her now...”

Then, her lashes shook, and her eyes reddened.