<b>Chapter </b>417


    She chimed in quickly, looking quite obedient, “Yeah, we met back in Vista


    Town.”


    “Seems like it was meant to be.”


    Be smiled and turned to me, “This is my daughter, Summer Taylor.”


    She took her mother’s surname.


    I wasn’t sure of the backstory, but it was their personal life, so I didn’t pry and just offered a polite smile.


    Summer seemed to hide some emotion, then clung to Be’s arm, pleading yfully, “Mom, please let me try showbiz. I’m just curious. Let me give it a shot, and if I don’t like it, I’ll quit, okay?”


    “Just give it some time, honey. Let me think it over,” Be soothed her patiently.


    Summer pouted, murmuring softly, “Okay, then.”


    Be was easygoing, making the meal quite harmonious.


    Except for the asional nces Summer threw my way.


    After dinner, Be had to catch a flight and left in a rush with her manager and assistant, leaving a bodyguard to look after Summer.This content belongs to N?/velDra/ma.Org .


    I walked to the hotel entrance, and Summer hurried after me.


    “Ms. Myers…”


    She looked at me timidly, “Thanks for not telling my mom about what happened before.”


    I frowned, “No need to thank me. I just don’t like meddling in other people’s


    business.”


    Being Be’s daughter/I couldn’t understand why she had followed Dorothy’s scheming to impersonate me two years ago.


    With that thought, I couldn’t help but ask, “I’m curious, being Be’s daughter is quite prestigious, why would you…”


    1/1


    “Ms. Myers, since you said you don’t like meddling, maybe don’t dive into other people’s personal lives,” Summer said, her lips pursed, eyes blinking, “In the Myers family, you’re Ms. Myers, but here, you’re just a costume designer for my mom. It’s important to know your ce.”


    “Fine.”


    I’m not usually nosy, and her words made me think maybe I was overstepping. Better not get dragged into some mess again.


    As I turned to leave, she called out again, “Could I ask you one more thing? About what happened two years ago at the Myers ce, please never mention it to my mom.”


    “?”


    Iughed mockingly, “Like I said, I don’t meddle. So, we’ll see how I feel.”


    Good luck getting everything you want.


    The day I was to head to Vista Town, Bryant offered to pick me up.


    I wanted to decline.


    But since we also had to pick up a specialist from the airport, I agreed to go


    with him.


    After all, it was about my grandmother’s health; it didn’t seem right to have


    him run back and forth alone.


    On our way to Vista Town, he worked on hisptop resting on his knees.


    Clearly, he was squeezing in the trip amidst a busy schedule.


    When he finally closed hisptop, I looked up from my phone, “Thanks for doing this, especially when you’re so busy.”


    “It’s no big deal.“/


    Bryant took off his sses, rubbing his nose bridge, and ventured cautiously, “You’ve met Gregory, haven’t you?”


    I was surprised, “You knew he was still alive?”


    <i>911</i>


    “His moves were too noticeable. Vista Town’s hotshot SZ Technologyst year made me suspect it was him behind it.”


    I paused, a bit slow to respond, “SZ Technology is his?”


    SZ Technology had been around for years, never making much of a ssh until a couple of years ago when it suddenly exploded onto the scene with a slew of patents, like a bolt from the blue.


    With the backing of some powerful forces, its growth was meteoric.


    But aside from Bryant, few would have connected it to Gregory.


    Plus, I had always assumed that if Gregory had survived, he’d be in France…


    Turns out he was in Vista Town all along.


    Arriving at Vista Town airport, after picking up the specialist and his assistant, we headed straight for the nursing home.


    Ramona, seeing me, was overjoyed, grabbing my hand, “Lilliana, you came to see me?”


    “Grandma, how have you been these past few days?”


    “Good, everything’s been good.”


    As Ramona tried to lead me to sit down, she noticed Bryant and Dr. Andrews, looking a bit confused, “And these two are…?”


    “Ramona, this is Dr. Andrews, and I’m Bryant Ferguson. Just call me Bryant.”


    “Bryant?”


    Ramona paused, “You’re Lilliana’s ssmate, right?”


    “Ramona, I’m Lilliana’s ex, But now, we’re…”


    “Shush.”


    Ramona, rarely angry, red at him, interrupting, “Nonsense. Lilliana is Greg’s fiancée, she couldn’t possibly be with you.”


    She then pulled me further away from Bryant, as if afraid he might harm me in


    some way.


    3/4


    09-14


    It was a rare sight to see Mr. Ferguson, so used to being courted and ttered, standing awkwardly by.


    I couldn’t help butugh, soothingly saying, “Right, grandma, he’s just joking. But he did bring Dr. Andrews from overseas to check on you. Let’s cooperate with the doctor for a bit, okay?”


    Ramona then agreed to Dr. Andrews‘ examination without furtherint.


    I watched nervously from the side.


    Over the past two years, I’d secretly arranged for specialists to treat Ramona, but the oues were always less than hopeful.


    Despite Bryant’s assurance, I was still anxious about receiving bad news.


    Bryant suddenly approached, speaking softly, “Don’t worry, trust me, okay? Dr. Andrews has been specializing in this field for over twenty years. He wouldn’tmit if he wasn’t confident.”


    “Okay.”


    l’exhaled softly.


    After a while, Dr. Andrews helped Ramona sit up, turning to Bryant and me. “Mr. Ferguson, Ms. Webster, her condition isn’t the worst I’ve seen.”


    I breathed a sigh of relief, “Then, can you…”


    “Give it a month at most.”