I was initially going to refuse, but upon hearing this, I epted and joked, "So you''ve had a time when you don''t care about money at all?"


    He was all about profit now, but back then, he was generous enough to give away a whole house,


    He cocked his brows. "You tter me. After all, I did manage to get quite a few good things from you when we were younger."


    That just showed he hadn''t changed at all.


    After changing into slippers, he pushed the luggage into the bedroom. "I''ve stocked up on daily necessities and everything. Let me know if anything else is missing."


    "Okay." I nodded, looking around and feeling an inexplicable sense of relief as the early spring sunset streamed in.


    He leaned casually against the doorframe and said, "You can continue talking. What else did you find out in Jston?"


    "This." I took out a jade rabbit pendant from my cor. "Do you recognize it?"


    "Of course."


    His expression became slightly serious. "Have you always worn it?"


    "Yes. My aunt gave it to me not long after I saw you in Jston."


    "Impressive." Heughed squeezed my cheeks. "Who taught you to hide it so well?"


    If he had seen it earlier, many things wouldn''t have been soplicated.


    My face was squished out of shape from his grip. "I didn''t expect this to be so significant."


    "Such a fool." He released me and nced at me. "So what about this pendant?"


    "It has the word ''Jackson'' engraved on it." I looked at him. "Do you know where this silver pendant is from?"


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    *ording to what we heard, it was given to you by your mo... Mrs. Shaw, when you were born."


    Frank frowned, seemingly recalling something. "The character ''Jackson''-we asked Grandma about it back then, and she said Mrs. Shaw was from the Jackson family."


    I was confused. "But Jackson''s not her surname."


    He rified. “She took her mother''s surname. We don''t know what happened back then, but after she married into the Shaw family, the Jackson family cut ties with her." The more I listened, the more confused I became.


    But I still felt that Mrs. Shaw... could not be my biological mother.


    He chuckled and stood up straight. "Don''t worry. The truth will be revealed eventually."ConTEent bel0ngs to N?v(e)lD/rama(.)Org .


    I smiled. "Yes."


    There was no use rushing this matter. Too many things were unknown, and it wouldn''t be easy to get to


    the bottom of them.


    I checked the time. "Shall I treat you to dinner?"


    Ding-dong-


    Just as I finished speaking, the doorbell rang.


    He went to open the door and took two bags of fresh fruits and vegetables from the delivery man. While heading to the kitchen, he asked meaningfully, "How''s Ryan''s cooking?"


    I didn''t think much of it and answered honestly, "Quite good."


    Thanks to Jessica''s training. Ryan indeed had some excellent culinary skills, though I didn''t get to eat them often.


    "Is that so?"


    Frank seemed indifferent as he responded, asked what dishes I wanted, and then put the rest into the refrigerator.


    I walked over. "I''ll go ahead and cook."


    He didn''t look like someone who would cook.


    Last time I was at his house, the kitchen was so clean that it didn''t seem like someone had lived there.


    Noticing something, he nced at me and said in azy voice, "Afraid I''ll put poison in your food?" "Of course not," I answered reluctantly. "Your cooking looks like it''s at the state banquet level."


    He was quite pleased with this response and nodded towards the living room. "Then just go lie on the sofa, sit, or make yourselffortable while you wait for the meal." "Okay."


    Hearing him talk so casually, I thought dinner was definitely settled for today.