The Billionaire’s Unexpected Treasure

Flora didn’t sleep well this night, I don’t know if she had an argument with Clayton or what, but she had a lot of nightmares during the night.

“No, no.”

Flora woke up with a jolt, she breathed heavily, the sweat on her forehead had already soaked her hair, she hurriedly picked up a glass of water and took a large sip of water to suppress the shock.

She had a terrible nightmare in which she went back to a time when she was very well, when she was only beginning to babble, but was carried by a woman who jumped off a tall building.

Flora thought back to the dream, it was as if it was not a dream, but even if she had experienced it herself. She rubbed her swollen temples and suddenly thought of something, she quickly got up.

When she was all packed up, it was already dawn, she picked up her bag and quickly went out, a huge doubt lurking in her mind that had to be solved.

She stopped a car and hurried back to her mother’s house.

“Miss is back?” The maid saw Flora with a burst of joy and hurriedly reported to Flora’s mother Grace, “Madam, Miss is back.”

Flora was standing in the living room of Wood’s Family, a home she was not familiar with at all because her mother had never cared for her since she was a child, and the only person who had been with her all these years was her grandmother.

Flora didn’t care about the maid’s enthusiasm, she quickly rushed upstairs and found the family’s photo album in the study.

There were no pictures of her before she was one year old.

She took the album and quickly went downstairs, only to see Grace downstairs sitting proudly on the sofa drinking tea, the woman was well maintained, as if the years had not left a trace on her body, she exuded the powerful aura of a strong woman, her hands and feet between noble and indifferent.

She looked up and just swept her gaze to Flora who came down from the stairs.

“Such a big person, what look like the wind and fire, let people look at it and think I did not teach you well.”

Grace said grimly, she impatiently glanced at Flora and continued to sip tea.

For Grace’s attitude, Flora has long been accustomed to it, she immediately slowed down her pace and walked to Grace’s front, handing over the photo album in her hand to her.

“Mom, why is there no picture of me before I turned one in this album?”

Flora questioned.

Her words fell, only to see Grace’s hand holding the cup of tea paused sharply, cunning fox eyes snapped at Flora, saw her face other than confusion, then there is no other for emotions, she was only slightly relieved.

She elegantly put down the cup of tea, and only then took the album in Flora’s hand and looked through it lightly. The album is very thick, inside are all Flora and grandma and grandpa’s photos, few of which are Grace’s.

For her own father, Flora has no impression at all, heard Grace told her that her father had found a lover and abandoned her, so from then on, in order not to make Grace angry, she never mentioned a word about her father.

“What do you want to know?”

Grace asked tentatively, Flora suddenly came back to question her about things that happened before she was a year old, it couldn’t be without reason, did she know something? Grace was suddenly startled.

“I just want to know why there are no pictures of me here from before I was a year old.” Flora sat across from her.

That dream was so real, so real even that she almost thought it was real, and with the fact that she had never seen a picture of herself before she was a year old, she had to wonder. And her grandparents were so devoted to her that there was no way they wouldn’t have left her a picture between her birth and one year old.

If that was true, then who was the strange woman who held her and jumped off the building?

“And for that you come rushing back without a greeting? How can the Ward’s Family look at you like this.”

Flora’s situation at Ward’s Family was always clear to her, yet even though she knew, she never stepped in to back Flora up. If her grandparents hadn’t loved her so much, she really would have thought she wasn’t Grace’s own child.

Grace angrily counted Flora out before giving her the answer to her doubts as she threw the photo album onto the coffee table.

“Back then your father suffered badly in business and lost all his money, even the house was mortgaged, and all the pictures of you before you were one year old were in that house and thrown away.”

Grace replied in a cold voice, raw tone under the eyes inadvertently flashed a touch of weakness, quickly disappeared, disgusted glance at Flora, not the slightest mother treating her daughter’s model.

“Why I have not heard you talk about it before.” Flora pursued the matter relentlessly.

“What? Do I have to report to you three times a day what that negative man has done?”

Grace’s sharp voice growled impatiently, as if Flora had poked her in the face with something sad, and the anger on her face was unconcealed.

“I’m sorry, Mom. I won’t ask later.”

Although Flora had not personally experienced what her mother had gone through, she, who had also been hurt by men, understood the feeling, so she chose to understand no matter how Grace had treated her all these years.

It was inevitable that the debt her father owed would not be paid by her, the daughter.

“Okay, let Abby prepare a dress for you, today is your grandmother’s funeral, count on you still have some conscience to know to come back.”

Grace stood up and went back upstairs to also change into a black cheongsam.

The whole day and Flora get along, she did not ask a word about Flora and Clayton feelings.

Flora silently followed behind Grace until all the ceremonies were over, and only then did she have time to sit in front of her grandmother’s tombstone and take one more look at her.

“Mom, you guys go back first, I’ll have a few words with Grandma first.”

Flora sat in front of Grandma’s tombstone and said softly. In fact, even if she didn’t say anything, she knew that Grace would not care about her, since she and Clayton got married, Grace had hardly asked a single question.

“Grandma, I miss you so much.”

Flora leaned on her grandmother’s tombstone, as if she was back in the old days, when she would not come out of her grandmother’s arms in any way she wanted to.

She closed her eyes tightly, and when she opened them again, tears fell abruptly …

“Where’s Flora?”

After last night, Clayton also felt that he did a little too much, so in the morning, he wanted to go to Flora to talk properly, but did not expect the room has long been gone.

“Today is the day of Miss Wood’s grandmother’s funeral, she should be going to the cemetery.” The butler replied respectfully.

Clayton couldn’t help but frown, time flies, grandmother has already passed away two weeks ago.

He simply ate breakfast and wanted to visit the cemetery, however, thinking of his and Flora’s past status, he finally stopped in his tracks.

“Buzz …”

The phone suddenly rang suddenly, Clayton picked up the phone, he actually subconsciously thought it was Flora’s call, but when he looked at the phone screen jumping ground name, he actually had a moment of disappointment.

“Blair.”

Clayton softly answered the phone, from last night to determine his feelings for Flora, he actually somehow do not know how to face Blair, at the same time, he also clearly understand his own to Blair is only so many years of obsession to the final deficit.NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.