Vivien suddenly felt remorseful.
If only she had known that Lucinda was a Simmons, she would have been more respectful toward her.
Amanda heard the news in her room, but her expression remained neutral.
She sat on the balcony, lost in thought, admiring the scenery. Her cheeks were still wet with tears as she caressed a framed photo in her hands.
In the photo, she held Nathaniel when he was still a baby.
On the day of the funeral, she received a letter from Nathaniel revealing that he was not the real son of the Roberts family, and she learned of Lucinda’s true identity. The letter also advised her to treat Lucinda better to ensure the future of the Roberts family.
Her son was sent to Stastle by Logan when he was a child, and it was said that he was trained in the National Security Bureau at the age of ten. He didn’t return to Forden until he was fifteen.
She had never suspected that the boy who returned was not her flesh and blood. All these years, she had loved him with all her heart.
Even though he was not her real son, he had always been dutiful to her, and she was grateful for his devotion.
She still felt deep regret over his untimely death.
In the mansion of Enoch Roberts.
Enoch patted his thigh remorsefully.
No wonder he could never get to Lucinda. It turned out that she was the daughter of the Simmons family!
Presley and Mario from the Turner family were secretly delighted about this revelation.
Luckily, they had taken the initiative to establish a good relationship with Lucinda. Additionally, Jennifer had not turned against Lucinda over the matter of Hilliard.
Books Chapters Are Daily Updated Join & Stay Updated For All Books Updates…
Otherwise, the Turner family would have ended up Like the past Roberts family and the current Green family.
Two days later, Lucinda boarded a plane back to Stastle.
She booked the entire first-class cabin and no longer hid her true identity.
While gazing out of the plane window at Forden, which was slowly disappearing into the distance, she elegantly swirled the red wine in her glass.
She couldn’t help feeling a little melancholic when she thought about Nathaniel.
Abel and the other bodyguards also enjoyed themselves, idling in the back row as they played on their mobile phones and scrolled through the news on the Internet.
“Miss Simmons, do you happen to know what’s been the hottest topic in Stastle over the past six months?” Conor inquired.
Lucinda shook her head.
She was not much of an Internet surfer herself. She usually only kept up with the current situation of Angle Intl’s artists.