Chapter 370
Sometimes, all it took was a glance or a subtle gesture from Teresa for Yvette to sense her mood shift or read her thoughts.
“It’s alright,” Yvette murmured gently, offering comfort.
Only then did Teresa slowly nod, looking a bit more at ease.
Luther quickly apologized, but Lionel, ever the easygoing type, didn’t think Luther was at fault at all-he saw no need for an apology.
“Mr. Harper, you and your family have come such a long way-I hope we haven’t been remiss in our welcome,” Lyman said to Lionel with a cordial smile.
Lionel shook his head. “No need for apologies. If anything, I should be the one to say sorry. I rushed over here because there’s something very important to me-l wanted to get it settled as soon as possible.”
“Anything you need, Mr. Harper, just say the word. I’ll do everything I can to help,” Lyman replied.
Lionel was the founder of The Harper Group, a name recognized across the globe.
Beyond developing real estate in Blackmire and throughout the mainland, The Harper Group owned dozens of ports around the world, both large and small.
Whenever The Etheridge Group needed to export their products, they inevitably had to work with The Harper Group.
So, Lionel and Lyman had always maintained a strong relationship.
But this was the first time Lionel had come to the mainland in such a high-profile manner, and the first time he had personally reached out to Lyman.
“Thank you,” Lionel said, his tone sincere.
Then, glancing at Lyman, he asked, “I heard that you’re married now?”
Lyman smiled. “Yes, I am.”
Lionel chuckled. “That’s truly a shame. I’d been hoping to introduce you to a few wonderful ladies from Blackmire.”
After all, who doesn’t have a few personal motives? If Lyman had hit it off with one of the women Lionel introduced, it would have been a boon for The Harper Group’s plans to expand into the mainland market.
Pity, such a pity.
Yvette studied Lyman’s handsome features, curiosity flickering in her eyes. What kind of person, she wondered, could have won his heart?
Lyman personally escorted Lionel and his party to The Etheridge Group’s most luxurious hotel.
After they settled in, he took them out for dinner at Elliott’s Cozy Room, a local favorite.
Once all the arrangements were seen to and dinner finished, Lyman took his leave.
Yvette turned to Lionel and said,
“Honestly, Lyman’s quite the catch-handsome, wealthy, and exuding class in everything he does. I was even thinking about setting him up with my niece, but… well, too late now.”
Lionel laughed. “No point dwelling on it. He’s already married, so let’s put those
little schemes to rest.”
Yvette always listened to Lionel. She nodded. “Of course.”
“So, when are we going to look for your mother?” Yvette asked.
“I’ve already sent someone to make inquiries. We’ll hear something soon, I’m sure,” Lionel replied.
“I hope we find her and bring her back to Blackmire,” Yvette said with a soft smile. “She can finally enjoy her golden years in peace.”
A shadow flickered in Lionel’s eyes. “We’ll see. She might not even want to come with me.”
For years, Jonel had believed his mother had abandoned him, and he hated her for it. Every letter she sent, he tore up without reading, swearing in front of his father that he’@never see that woman again.
It wasn’t until this year, when his father was on his deathbed, that the truth finally
came out.
His father had been lying all along.
His mother hadn’t run off and left
her family. In reality, his father had cheated on her-and worse, had
6eabusive. She’d had no choice
but to leave.
But his father couldn’t bear the thought of her taking Lionel away, and to protect
his own image as a good father, he slandered her in front of Lionel.
Learning the truth had left Lionel stunned and deeply regretful.
He’d made a vow to himself: he would find his mother, apologize, and beg for her forgiveness.
Lionel let out a long, heavy sigh.