Female Novel
Chapter 240: Misty Forest
Chapter 240: Misty Forest
The Foley Mansion.
Old Mr. Foley had just finished exercise and returned home, still wearing his white button-up coat,baggy pants, and a pair of ordinary black cloth shoes that looked no different from those worn bythe old men who played chess in the park.
No one would have thought that this ordinary-looking old man was once the legendary figure whoruled over the business world.
He walked into the house with sweat all over his face, and Joe stood at the door holding a whitetowel waiting to respectfully hand it to him as soon as he returned.
Old Mr. Foley took the towel and wiped off his sweat. Ever since he found out about his illness, heexercised every day.
"If only Cheyenne were here. She could spar with me for a few rounds," Old Mr. Foley said wistfully.
Thinking of Cheyenne made him feel sad again. "I was wrong last time; I'm afraid she hates menow."
Joe stood beside him and comforted him softly, "Old Mr. Foley, she won't hate you for long. MissLawrence is not an ordinary woman; she has broad-mindedness and deep affection for you."
That day...
Anyone would be angry if they were drugged like that, let alone someone like Miss Lawrence withsuch strong self-esteem. Three days of torture...
According to servants who brought food overheard her crying from far away - like howling ghosts orwolves.
If it were anyone else, they might not even survive such an ordeal!novelbin
Old Mr. Foley thought Joe's words made sense. An idea struck her and he said excitedly, "Joe! Getready; we'll visit her tonight so I can apologize in person!"
But Joe was stunned for quite some time after hearing this request.
Miss Lawrence had strong self-esteem while old Mr. Foley could be described as stubborn!
He had lived seventy years with iron-blooded toughness but never apologized to anyone before!
Even when Kelvin almost lost half his life due to being trained by old Mr. Foley, all he got was a gunas compensation!
It seemed that Miss Lawrence really held a special place in old Mr. Foley's heart...
After exercising earlier today, old Mr. Foley changed into a bathrobe upstairs in his bedroom whensuddenly there came urgent footsteps outside.
He couldn't help but furrow his brows because the Foley family rule forbade running around sincethey aimed at cultivating calmness among their children.
Who dared break this rule?
He curiously opened the door and saw that his grandson, who should have been at work, hadactually come home. This was rare.
"Why did you come back? Did you forget some files?" he asked.
No, that wasn't it. If he had forgotten something, he would have sent an assistant to retrieve it.Kelvin was a meticulous and reliable person who rarely made mistakes like that.
Kelvin didn't answer his grandfather's question; instead, he gave him a brief glance before walkingtowards the study with an air of cool indifference as if to say "don't waste my time."
This angered old Mr. Foley who grumbled under his breath: "How dare he not answer me!"
"Kelvin, stop right there! Can't you see your grandfather standing here? It's impolite to leave withoutsaying hello," scolded old Mr. Foley.
At those words, Kelvin turned around, gave a simple "ooh" as a greeting, and disappeared.
Vincent came out of his room with a cup of coffee in his hand, and when he saw that old Mr. Foleywas getting angry, he took a few steps forward.
"Grandfather," Vincent said in a submissive tone as if trying not to provoke any more anger fromhim.
Old Mr. Foley quickly looked up at him and asked, "Didn't you go to work today?"
Last month, Vincent was arranged to work at the company as a supervisor, but because he lackeddiploma, many subordinates were unhappy with him for getting promoted so easily. But he didn'tcare about what others thought since all along his goal was taking over Kelvin's position one day!
Vincent smiled politely while supporting old Mr. Foley towards his bedroom, explaining, "Oh,Grandfather, I took today off! By the way, how are you feeling?"
In this household, only Vincent seemed concerned about his health status.
Even though old Mr. Foley didn't share deep bonds with Vincent as he did with Kelvin, being anelderly, lonely man, he was warmed by Vincent's words of concern and stroked his hair. "I'm fine.Just some old problem."
Vincent took the chance to propose that he would find a doctor for old Mr. Foley.
Old Mr. Foley initially refused any help. He was well aware of the nature of his illness; there was nocure. At best, they could only delay the inevitable a little longer. Even old Mr. Edwards was at a loss,and other doctors couldn't even pinpoint the cause of his ailment.
"Grandpa, don't be so negative. I promise you that the doctor I found is a master in his field. Withhim around, there might still be a chance for your illness to turn around."
"What doctor do you trust so much?"
Vincent held back from revealing too much and coaxed his grandfather into agreeing to meet withthe doctor. His smile deepened as he spoke.
In the study room, books and files were scattered all over as if they had been ransacked. The manwas rummaging through everything trying to find something.
The maids who came in to clean did not expect to run into Kelvin at this time and stood at the doorwithout daring to enter.
Kelvin searched for a long time but still couldn't find it. He caught sight of the two people out of thecorner of his eye and coldly asked, "Have you seen a book called Misty Forest?"
Book?
The two were responsible for cleaning up the study room and never dared touch anything inside onnormal days. When they heard Mr. Foley mention this book, it suddenly came back to them.
"Mr. Foley, we forgot to close one window a few days ago. It rained slightly at night which wettedsome books on shelves; we took them outside on balcony for drying."
Before she could finish speaking, Kelvin immediately walked towards the balcony at the end of thecorridor.
It was sunny today, a perfect weather for drying books.
Books opened one by one were placed neatly along iron railings on balcony which looked quitespectacular.
Kelvin checked each book carefully until he finally found "Misty Forest".
He remembered that Abbie had secretly put it in his school bag during their senior year but he onlydiscovered it later after some time passed. Because he wasn't interested in novels, he just glancedbriefly through preface and left it alone.
A glimpse caught sight of delicate handwriting above:
"I don't know which will arrive first, tomorrow or the future. I think we're all children lost in the mist."
Below was an illustration with a bright little face drawn and two somewhat blurry letters.
It had gotten wet but faintly visible signature above read - AB!
Abbie Berry!