CHAPTER 497: CHECK IT YOURSELF

“What is there to think? I don’t know how much longer I can still live. I just want to see you take over Angel Hotel when I can still open my eyes, so that I can die contentedly,” Norton said heavily.

Lory had a gloomy expression on sitting beside him. What could we do with wealth in this life? Money could buy a lot of things, but it couldn’t buy health.

“Father, what are you talking about? Look at you making mother sad again. You have to believe that you and mother will live a long life. I’ve just found you, but you’re not allowed to say such damned words. I still want to be filial to you for a few years. Mother, don’t listen to father. Doctor has said that father’s body is recovering well. I still want you to look at your daughter finds a boyfriend and gets married, giving you a grandchild too.”

Susan was a very soothing person and she was able to coax the old couple with a few words. Content © copyrighted by .

If those hidden purposes were eliminated, Olive really felt that it was a good thing to let Susan be the daughter of the Geve.

Their daughter was their heart disease now.

Alan studied all the subtle changes in Olive’s expression. He silently put a food in her bowl and laughed with the most natural tone, “Ms. Susan, I heard that you’re a top student of the prestigious Stanford University. With your ability, it would be a waste not to come back and take over your family business.”

“That’s right. It’s much better to be a boss yourself. You don’t have to look at those foreigners while eating,” Norton echoed, but he also understood Alan’s meaning. He wanted to kidnap Olive earlier to his own company.

Susan smiled helplessly and sighed, “You know how to talk, Alan. It seems that this dinner is specially arranged by my father to persuade me. Give me a week to think about it. Seven days later, I’ll give my

answer.”

Refused when she was welcomed, advanced after she retreated, Olive thought. This one named Susan was a good player.

Norton bargained, “Seven days are too long. Just three days. Three days later is our wedding anniversary. I’ve arranged a banquet and there will be reporters from several media companies. With this opportunity, I want to formally introduce you to everyone and declare you’re the legal heiress of Angel Holiday Hotel.”

Susan wanted to say something, but Lory, who had been silent, took one of her hands and said, “Just listen to your father. Actually, whether you take over the hotel now or not, it’ll be yours sooner or later. Your dad’s will has been made long ago. The Angel Hotel is his legacy to you.”

On the way back, Olive sat silently without a word, looking out the car window thoughtfully.

Alan pulled her distracted head to his shoulders, “What are you thinking?”

“I’m thinking if I worried too much?”

“It’s easy. You just find a way to get her piece of hair for me. I’ll find someone to test the DNA again and the truth will become clear.”

Olive suddenly slapped her forehead and said, “Why didn’t I think of that? So stupid.”

It was a vain for her to usually watch so many soap operas with her mother. This was a bad cliché in a plot.

“Your head sometimes don’t feel good too,” Alan laughed at her.

Olive pinched him. It wasn’t that she didn’t feel good, but she was thinking about something else. This matter had been in her mind for several months.

She had been hesitating. Perhaps it was time to make a decision.

“Honey, if one day, you find out that I’ve hidden a very important thing from you, will you be angry at me?”

Alan turned his head and stared at her deeply. Was his baby finally ready to confess?

He smiled and said, “There’s a lot of thing you’ve been hiding from me. Like that time when I first arrived in Luo City, and the past few days in Jiangcheng when you and my mother had an agreement in private. You don’t even tell me an inkling of it. If I want to be angry at you, I’ll be doing that earlier.”

“Then, if one day I do something a little too much, you won’t be angry, right?” However, it seemed that her matter wasn’t a small matter. She was really afraid that he would scold her.

For example, the agreement she reached with Mrs. Hoyle had something to do with him. She didn’t know whether he would run away when he found out one day. Actually, looking at his crazy self, it had to be interesting. And she was sure that he would like her little plan. But she was worried that he would like it better than her.

“Say it. Honestly. What did you do behind my back?” He might have guessed some things, but he wasn’t too sure. He didn’t want to investigate behind her bag. There had to be a reason for her to refuse to say it.

Olive pursed her lips, “What kind of tone is that? It’s like I have done something shameful. I don’t steal, kill, and set fire. There’s nothing for me to tell you.”

“Hm?”

“Don’t you have supernatural power? Check it by yourself. Occasionally, I can give you some tips. But, you don’t have the benefit tonight. You can slowly figure it out.”

“Testing your husband’s patience, huh?”

Olive rolled her eyes. “This is to train your imagination.”

Alan laughed, “Aren’t you afraid you’ll damage my brain?”

“That’s okay. I can fix it for you,” Olive said while making gesture with her hands.

“Naughty,” Alan said helplessly. His baby still refused to tell him, so let her be. He would know sooner or later.

As soon as they entered home, they saw Annie lying on her grandma’s lap, listening to her grandpa telling story about Investiture of the Gods.

Today, he had talked about Daji’s transformation into fox spirit, confusing the king to ignore the government, seeking pleasure and was cruel.

But Annie had her own opinion. Her small hand touched her chin and her small brows were furrowed on her face.

“That’s not right, grandpa. How is beauty the source of trouble? At that time, women had low status and had no right. How could she destroy a dynasty? The demise of Shang Dynasty wasn’t because of Daji at all. It’s King Zhou’s incompetence. Why do women have to be charged for men’s mistake? So unfair. He was the one who couldn’t stand the temptation of beauty, but he described women as vixens who harmed the country and the people. That’s simply him making excuses for his stupidity to justify his irresponsibility.”

Olive had taken a shower and walked out of the bathroom, wiping her long wet hair with a towel. “Annie, it’s time to go to bed. You have school tomorrow.”

“I want to sleep with grandpa and grandma tonight.”

“Then you may not make a fuss at night to disturb them.”

“I know. When do I not behave?”

“Brat.” Olive squeezed her daughter’s face and said goodnight to her parents, then returned to her room with Alan.

The next day, Mrs. Steele dragged a small trailer and strolled around the market by herself, filling it up full. Her job now was to take good care of her family’s stomachs.

A familiar neighbor in her complex greeted, “Are you shopping, Mrs. Steele?”

Mrs. Steele smiled, “Yes. Today’s shrimps are fresh, alive and kicking.”

The neighbor smiled and looked at her basket, “You’re shopping for your son-in-law, huh? You and Mr. Steele must be so happy now. Your daughter has found a good husband who is hard to find in this world already. You’ve really made all of us envious.”

Mrs. Steele replied, “There’s no such thing. You’ve had a good daughter-in-law too who gives you a chubby grandson and is filial to you like her own mother. Your daughter-in-law is good too.”

“That’s true. My youngest daughter-in-law compared with my eldest, they’re so different like the sky and ground. They’re incomparable. My eldest daughter-in-law likes to eat but lazy to cook. We’ve kindly cooked for her and she could say it isn’t delicious. Ugh, it seems like I owe her in my previous life.” The neighbor had mixed feelings when it came to her two daughter-in-laws.

Mrs. Steele said, “Didn’t Eric ask you to move in with them? Then go there. You can live peacefully there when you’re old.”

The neighbor sighed, “I’m afraid if I’m going to live with them. Elders’ habits are different from youngsters. I love to nag and am afraid they can’t stand it and ruin our good relationship.”

“Eric isn’t that kind of person, so don’t worry about that. I have to go back and cook this shrimps while they’re still fresh. I’m going first now. Come to my house when you have the time.”

It was a never ending conversation between two elders. Mrs. Steele hurriedly said goodbye and returned to home. The moment she opened the door, she saw Alan, who had already left in the morning, had returned and was sitting in the living room.

The TV was on, but his eyes were on the pages on the table.

“Huh? Are you not going to work?”

“I came back to get some information.”

Mrs. Steele changed her shoes, put the trailer next to the shoe rack close to the entrance, carried a basket of groceries into the kitchen, and walked out again wearing an apron. She accidentally saw his photos resting on the table and didn’t care much, just subconsciously asking, “When did you take out Olive’s photo of her jade pendant?”