The Billionaire’s Treasure Wife

Bruce hesitantly got up and, at Aidan’s lingering glance, took to his legs in exhaustion.

It was afternoon when Lindsey woke up, changed into comfortable clothes and went with Bruce to see Old Mr. Grant.

Old Mr. Grant had been in his study all afternoon, and when he saw them enter, he let out a long sigh. “I’m a bit bored, so you will walk with me to the hills.”

He was about to stand up, but only halfway up, he fell back into the recliner.

Bruce was alarmed and hurriedly reached out to help him. The recovery of their father’s body was a big deal for The Grant family, but also a huge shock.

There was at least a glimmer of hope in the uncertainty of life and death.

Now that they have found him, in such a disfigured state, it is hard for anyone to bear.

Old Mr. Grant waved his hand away, his face stern. “I’ll get up myself.”

“Grandpa, Bruce is just concerned about you.” Lindsey helped in time. “Seeing Uncle Gu like this doesn’t make him feel good either.”

Old Mr. Grant was stunned, his big, old, strong hand hesitantly falling to Bruce’s wrist as he slowly rose to his feet.

The temperature difference between morning and evening was considerable after autumn, so Lindsey waited for him to get up and immediately brought him a jacket to put on. “Master Roy said that Bruce’s injury will basically not recur in the future, so you should also take care of your health and watch him become a good man.”

“You girl …,” Old Mr. Grant gave another sigh and shook his head abruptly.

After leaving the courtyard, the three men slowly walked towards the back of the hill, each with an unusually grave look on their faces.

Halfway up the hill, Old Mr. Grant pointed to a gazebo not far away and slowly walked over to sit down.

“Lindsey, Professor Lee will set you up for work, so when Bruce’s father’s funeral is over, you can go to work in peace.” Old Mr. Grant looked down the hill at the training ground and his tone was bleak. “I’m too old to wait a few years.”

“Good.” Lindsey agreed dryly, raising her eyes to exchange a glance with Bruce. “Lindsey is at Grandpa’s disposal, just don’t rush the wedding, let’s wait a while.”

“Then we’ll hold off.” Old Mr. Grant withdrew his gaze and looked over at Bruce, “You’ve done your bit this time, do your best when you get back to the army, the North West has been in turmoil for a few years now and it needs to be put down hard.”

“I know.” Bruce nodded, knowing that Old Mr. Grant was trying to avenge his father’s death, and his heart was extra heavy.

Old Mr. Grant was satisfied with his attitude and sat for a while with his eyes closed, allowing Bruce to help him up and down the hill.

At dinner time, the Aidan’s and the Kaley’s all arrived.

Old Mr. Palvin, who had heard the news, also came with his son and daughter-in-law, accompanied by Aurora.

The fact that Lindsey and Bruce had gone to the North West was not public knowledge until they returned to B. Aurora was aware of this and knew that Phoebe’s assassin had failed repeatedly and was eventually captured.

The way she looked at Lindsey, in addition to her jealousy, was also a bit more hateful.

She was upset that she hadn’t been able to kill Lindsey or Bruce under those harsh conditions!

Bruce and Lindsey had only arrived in B at noon, but in half a day’s time, the city’s magistrates were talking about their marriage as if they were chickens.

But for Aurora, there is only one thing to say: that foolish woman who tried to climb up the ladder and fell on her face.

The meal was a delicate affair, with Old Mr. Grant eating quietly and saying nothing.

Old Mr. Grant’s every move, even a glance, was a signal to the family.

Kaley was too distracted to look at Old Mr. Grant’s face the whole time.

Edwin is no better than his wife, and until Leon is found, some things will be buried forever.

Yet he did come back, brought back by his own hand, by his son who had once been paralysed to the point of invalidity.

After leaving the L city military district, he took up an idle position in B city, thinking that he would take some time to collect himself, and when his son’s affairs had faded, he would beg Old Mr. Grant to let him go, but now it seemed like a dream.

He hadn’t counted on Bruce taking a trip to the desert for no reason and bringing back Leon and Ransom, the man who had ruined his life in the first place.

After dinner, the group moved to the tea room, where Old Mr. Grant remained silent, his dark face unreadable.

No one dared to speak up, so Old Mr. Palvin, probably feeling that he was inappropriate, exchanged a few pleasantries and left with his son and daughter-in-law.

Aurora wanted to apologise to Bruce and make up for the situation, but even though she was reluctant to do so, she followed her family out of Nine Lakes.

After three years of living in The Grant family’s old home, she set foot in Nine Lakes for the first and, presumably, last time.

So, she won’t let Lindsey live too comfortably!

Once The Palvin family had left, the atmosphere in the living room became even more frozen.

Old Mr. Grant sat with a sullen face for a while, greeting Lindsey and helping him upstairs, still not saying anything.

Bruce, who had been exhausted for some time, especially seeing his third aunt and uncle sitting around like nobody’s business, felt a growing resentment and followed him upstairs.

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The next morning, Old Mr. Grant goes back to the Royal Garden, while Bruce takes Lindsey back to the house to await the DNA results of his father’s body.

But as soon as they arrive outside the house, they encounter Aurora again.

Bruce gestured for Lindsey to go in first, got out of the car and walked calmly towards Aurora: “What’s up?”

“I’ve come to apologise, to beg you to spare Light and Shadow.” Aurora calmly stated her intention. “There is no need to involve others in our feud.”

“Other people?” Bruce grunted and laughed. “Has Miss Aurora forgotten how that good sister of yours, once treated Lindsey.”

“So, you don’t accept my apology?” Aurora bit her lip, her face twisted. “I’ve disgraced myself, so why won’t you let me off the hook.”

Bruce narrowed his starry eyes dangerously and let out a sneer. “Miss Aurora, you’re in good humour, do you want me to thank you for not killing you?”

With those words, he turned and entered the courtyard without hesitation.

Aurora stared blankly at the vermillion door as it opened and closed.

She had thought that Phoebe had hired an assassin, but Bruce knew everything!

Realising that she had made a big mistake, Aurora turned pale as she walked back to the car and told the driver to drive.

Bruce entered the courtyard and headed straight back to the side yard.

Lindsey, not in the best of spirits after nearly half a month in the desert, was lounging on the sofa, her laptop in her hand, reading something.

“Exhausted?” Bruce sat down and gently rubbed her shoulders, “Do you want to go back to sleep?”

“There’s no rush, take a look at this.” Lindsey said, handing over her own phone, her face stony. “Ransom’s death may not be what we see on the surface.”

Bruce took the phone and suspiciously clicked on the text message to view its contents.

As he looked at it, his face sank and he hung his head in pain, his eyes flashing with a deep look of pain and resentment.

Lindsey hugged him, reassuring him, “It’s okay, you still have a chance to avenge his death, but Warren said this guy is hiding deep and seems to be close to The Grant family.”

“I know.” Bruce’s voice was hoarse.

What could he not understand, Edwin had first served in the North West, and Ransom had gone on his first mission to the North West, but had never returned, and the connection had long been self-evident.

“Go and get some sleep, you’ve been exhausted these last few days.” Lindsey patted his back lovingly. “I’ll stay with you.”

“Okay.” Bruce nodded, barely managing a smile as he moved to pick her up and carry her all the way to the bedroom before putting her down.

Lindsey was indeed tired, having called Fiona yesterday after getting off the plane to tell her that Warren was alive and hadn’t really slept much in the afternoon.

Seeing how upset Old Mr. Grant was made her feel a bit sorry for herself.

If she hadn’t been wilful and hadn’t had to go to the North West to look for Warren, she wouldn’t have found Leon’s body by chance.

And Warren didn’t have many supplies on him, and even if there had been water in the pit, there was no way he would have survived until help showed up.

Warren was her family, and she couldn’t just ignore him, so although she blamed herself, she still didn’t regret her trip to the northwest.

She drifted off to sleep and slept all day. When she woke up, it was already dark outside and Bruce rolled over and wrapped his arms around Lindsey’s soft body, feeling incredibly peaceful.

“Are you going to see Grandpa at the Royal Garden tonight.” Lindsey asked lazily as she rested her arm on his. “Do you want to go or not.”

Bruce tightened his grip and, after a moment’s silence, replied, “No, Uncle and he must have something to discuss, I’d only add to the confusion.”

Lindsey looked up slightly and kissed him on the jaw. “Alright then, we’ll go for shabu-shabu, after ten days of eating compressed biscuits I feel like I’ve got wood chips stuck in my throat.”

Bruce nodded, rolled over and pinned her underneath him, kissing her hard for a while before he carried her with him to the bathroom.

When they came out, Cary and Carl were there, so they sat down to talk, told the kitchen that there was no need to prepare dinner, and got in the car together and left for Shabu Shabu.

When the car stopped at Shabu Shabu, Lindsey noticed, as an afterthought, that Hector wasn’t there and asked, “Why isn’t Hector here?”

“He’ll be here later.” Bruce was clearly jealous. “Are you too concerned about him.”

“I’m not, at least he’s been with us through thick and thin, you can’t be heartless.” Lindsey gave him a blank look and walked on.

But she was in such a hurry that she was bumped by someone coming out of the room, causing her to take several steps backwards.

“Sorry, miss, you’re not hurt, are you?” Randy rubbed his nose awkwardly and his eyes fell on Bruce behind her, frowning slightly.