Oliver's Substitute Bride (Oliver and Jessica)

Chapter 238

When Ian returned to Holland, his father called him home.

"Why did you go to Birmingham?" Gavin snapped.

"Father, I don't think there's something wrong with me going back to visit my friends and your

hometown," Ian said with sly humor.

"I told you not to go back. Fortunately, you're back safe and sound now. What if something happens to

you? What I'm gonna do?"

"It's no big deal. I'm just an ordinary tourist, and no one knows me."

As Ian spoke, he took out his camera from the suitcase and wanted to show him some photos.

Only then did he realize that the camera had run out of battery. It was probably because he used it

every day in Birmingham.

On the day before he left, he asked the nurse to take pictures of him and Jessica.

He even took a picture with Jessica and her grandma.

Ian felt that he got so much from this trip. Not only he was getting closer to Jessica, but he had a

grandmother.

He had been brought up by a nanny. He was very envious of the relationship between Jessica and her

grandma.

He barely talked with his father.

His father always scolded him for being ignorant and hedonistic.

Just like this time, he told him off directly instead of asking him if he was used to everything in

Birmingham.

"Father, my camera is out of battery. When I go back to charge the battery, I'll show you the photos.

Won't you miss it? You haven't gone back for many years. I like Birmingham. We can do business

there."

Ian did have such an idea as he could see Jessica and Oliver more often there.

In fact, he did not dislike Oliver at all. It was only because Oliver was indifferent to Jessica that he did

not want to have too much contact with him.

"Nonsense," Gavin said.

"What, did I say something wrong? You've been working hard in Holland. Don't you want to return to

your hometown one day?" ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

Ian knew that his father still had feelings for Birmingham.

Gavin entered the room and opened the safe where there were memories of his past.

He used to listen to a record called "Spring River and Moon Night." And Ian could hum a few words to

the rhythm.

Ian usually enjoyed the music while he was driving. He had long had an endless longing for

Birmingham in his mind.

Even if he didn't meet Jessica and Oliver in Holland, he would visit there.

"You don't know anything at all. I said I would never go back to Birmingham," bellowed Gavin, placing

the coffee cup heavily on the table.

"What exactly happened to you in Birmingham before? Maybe I can help you with it. I know a very

amazing person in Birmingham. If we go back, it won't be difficult to find a business partner there."

Ian explained to his father, "Although our family has the largest share of the flower market in Europe,

you don't know that Birmingham is developing rapidly. With the improvement of people's living

standards, they will naturally have a higher demand for flowers. Now it's time to officially go back. I was

not just visiting there as you thought. Of course, I went to see my friends, but most importantly, I'd like

to get to know more about the local market."

"Don't mention it anymore, and never go back."

Gavin was determined, with no intention of budging an inch.

Ian had no choice but to leave his father's house with his suitcase.

Ian had lived alone outside since he was 18 years old.

It was mainly because of the local living habits. Anyone who lived with their parents when they were

adults would be laughed at by the people around them, even in the families of rich people.

What's more, he would be exposed to his father's nagging staying at home. He'd better move out to live

alone.

After Ian left, Gavin put his "Spring River and Moon Night" into the record player and took out a picture

of a woman from the drawer.

It had a yellowish tinge because it was so old.

However, time could not hide the beauty of the woman in the photo. She had thin eyebrows, delicate

lips, her eyes as clear as water. She had a beauty classic elegance.

The woman in the photo was Emily Youngren.

She was his first love.

Now that decades had passed, she was no longer alive.

Therefore, whenever he missed her, he took out the photos and took a look.

He took the picture with a shaking hand. He said, "Emily, our son went back to Birmingham this time

and said he wanted to see where I used to live. Forgive me for not letting him go to your grave and call

you mother."

Gavin couldn't help but recall the past.

He would never forget his first meeting with Emily.

At that time, he was in his 20 and went to his friend's record company to discuss business.

It was said that their company had just found a newcomer with a good voice who was promising.

Moreover, she was very attractive.

When he went there, they were recording songs in the recording studio.

Gavin quietly walked over and stood outside. Through the glass, inside he saw Emily with a headset,

singing to the microphone.

He stood there until he heard the whole song being recorded before he regained his senses.

At first glance, he knew that this woman would be his wife.

Since then, he often came to his friend's company to pick up Emily from work.

However, Gavin gave Emily the impression that he was a toff and she tried to avoid him, afraid that he

had had intentions.

At that time, as a young girl in her eighteen, she was innocent. Just because she liked to sing, she

came to the record company to record songs without telling her family.

The company was going to make her a singer.

Her private life was given much attention.

The owner of the record company and Gavin were friends, so there was no way to stop them from

dating.

When they were just seeing each other, he claimed himself an ordinary office worker.

Emily didn't show any aversion perhaps because he was handsome.

It was only after they dated for three months that she found out his real identity.

He was the eldest son of the king of Birmingham real estate.

His family was famous in Birmingham at that time, they gradually offended many people because of

business matters.

Many people were envious of the land they had planted in their early years, and there were even more

people behind them trying to unite and strangle their business.