Unfinished Business with You

Chapter 107

“Was that all you said?”

“Was that all you said?”

North nodded his head timidly. Upon realizing that she could have frightened her own son, Olivia gradually softened her voice as she continued to speak, “Don’t ask such questions in the future, North. Others might think that we have ulterior intentions otherwise. Uncle Eugene isn’t just a regular guy. He gains a lot of public attention; he has many wealthy enemies and he’s a little more distant with his own family members. I don’t like this, and I don’t want to be part of this. Do you understand?”

North nodded with a rather confused expression on his face.

There were certain things that Olivia simply couldn’t explain to a young child—she heard that after Eugene chose to betray his mother and younger brother for the sake of attaining wealth, his younger brother chose to change his own name after that; his father plotted a scheme to enable him to divorce his wife and be married to his mistress without him having to pay a divorce settlement at all; and someone had attempted to murder Eugene’s grandfather just days ago. All of those incidents—one after another—were utterly shocking. She only wanted a stable and secure life with her son; she didn’t want to be part of their wealthy family feud. This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

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Once Eugene returned home, he immediately looked for the will that his grandfather had left for him. He flipped through the document—page after page—but could not look for anything interesting, even when he was at the last page. However, he then noticed something at the compartment in the last page of the document. It wasn’t obvious and was even made to look like it was hidden; he couldn’t have found it if he hadn’t been looking for it. He dug in and pulled out a stack of papers.

Surprised by his grandfather’s precise and meticulous acts, he quickly flipped the papers open to learn that it was a DNA test report. He skimmed through the words until the last sentence caught his eye. ‘Based on authorized appraisals of the genetic testing of the two individuals, it can be concluded that there is a 99.99% probability of them being biologically related!’

After the initial shock, he was then filled with a surge of joy. It explains why Grandpa seems to like North so much—he had always known that the boy is his biological great-grandson. Now that he was alone in the room, he wasn’t concerned about being seen by others and he finally wore a joyful expression that reflected his feelings. Warm tears began to form in his eyes as he laughed, looking at the woman in the picture frame on the bedside cabinet as he said, “Mom, you have a grandson now!”

Following this, he made a call to the moving company in the middle of the night. It wasn’t merely any moving company—it was the one that Olivia hired. The movers were dazed and their voices muffled as they picked the call up late at night. “Sir, if there’s no rush, we should start moving tomorrow. It’s a little inconvenient to do it at night as we’re afraid we might knock over or smash some of your items!”

Eugene couldn’t wait any longer—his wife and children were over there; how could he bear to stay in his current place any longer? Although he hadn’t successfully asked her out, he already thought of her as his woman. “It’s fine; most of it are merely daily necessities. I’ll pay you double if you don’t break anything; I want to move over now!” The Nolan Residence was therefore bright and well-lit in the middle of the night as men walked in and out of.

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Olivia bumped into a group of people who moved things into the elevator as she returned to her lot after throwing the trash. She offered to allow them to enter first before stepping into the elevator once she saw the extra space. “What floor is it? Let me help you,” she said as she looked at the movers.

“The 60th floor.”

She was a little surprised to hear that someone had already purchased the 60th floor. She had once considered how nice it would have been to move into the highest floor when she first moved to the 59th floor—it would have provided her with the panoramic view of the city. “Why are you guys moving at such a late hour?”

“Um, the owner’s in a bit of a rush.”

“I noticed that you’re working for Swift Movers Company, but why haven’t I seen you guys around? I just hired the same company to help me to move in a few days ago.”

“We’re casual workers who are here to fill in for the rest. The full time workers aren’t willing to work overtime,” a mover explained.

Olivia understood and continued by asking, “What’s the last name of this house owner?”

“Nolan!”

“Nolan?” She was astonished to hear this.