Chapter 702 The Smith Residence


    Pa had changed into casual attire, and as she got into her car outside the hospital, she it felt as if she was in a different world.


    “Where to, madam?” the driver asked.


    Upon hearing the words, Pa looked out of the window, uncertain of where she should go.


    In the end, she instructed the driver to head toward the Smith residence.


    Over half an hourter, she arrived at her destination.


    Pa had initially assumed that the Smith residence had changed. Given that it had once been. auctioned off by the court, it had likely be someone else’s home.


    However, as she stepped out of the car and looked up at the house she used to live in, she was surprised to find that it still looked the same.


    The surroundings were impably clean, while the cherry blossom tree outside swayed gently.


    Pa staggered over, somewhat in disbelief.


    If memory serves me right, didn’t Ste buy the mansion?


    Ste hadn’t appeared on her radar for a long time, so she was unaware that, as early as a year ago, Nathaniel had already bought the mansion back.


    “Who are you?”


    The housekeeper, who was cleaning the house, noticed Pa and stepped out to ask.


    Pa was taken aback, and it took her a moment to regain hisposure. “I used to own this house,” she stated.


    “Hasn’t the Smith family always owned this ce?” The part–timer was curious and further inquired, “What’s your rtionship with Cecilia?”


    The mansion had been transferred to Cecilia by Nathaniel quite some time ago. Despite this, Cecilia hadn’t moved back. Instead, she had hired a part–time cleaner to maintain it.


    Reading between the lines, Pa threw a question back at the housekeeper. “Are you implying that this house belongs to Cecilia?”


    “Yes. She hired me to clean this ce part–time.”


    Pa couldn’t believe it. Where on earth did Cecilia get the money to buy back the ce?


    As she stood there, lost in thought, the part–timer spoke again. “Are you a rtive of Cecilia’s? Would you like toe in and wait? She’sing over today.”


    Pa didn’t refuse, so she walked in.


    Inside the mansion, nothing had changed at all, be it the decor or ornaments on disy.Content rights by N?velDr//ama.Org.


    The only change was that a ck–and–white photograph of Regas had been put up in the living room.


    When she saw the photograph of Regas, Pa’s pupils constricted, her eyes filled withplexity.


    At that moment, voices could be heard from the entrance.


    “Eli, today is your granddad’s birthday, remember to pay your respectster,” Cecilia said, bending down to speak to his son.


    Today was her father’s birthday, a day she honored annually. This year, she happened to be back in her home.


    “Alright, I understand.” Elliot nodded repeatedly.


    The mother and son duo walked in, one after the other. The were subsequently greeted by the sight of the frail Pa.


    First, Pa looked at Cecilia, then her gaze shifted to Elliot.


    “What are you doing here?” Cecilia’s voice was icy cold.


    Immediately, Elliot positioned himself protectively in front of Cecilia, hisrge eyes filled with caution as he watched Pa.


    Pa gazed at the scene before her, inexplicably tasting a bitterness in her throat. She retorted, “Do I need your permission toe back to my own home?”


    “Your home?” Ceciliaughed. “Have you forgotten? You’ve already auctioned off this house. This isn’t your home anymore. Please, leave!”


    After Cecilia finished speaking, she told the


    part–timer. “Don’t casually let anyone in next time.


    For the first time, the part–timer saw the usually mild–mannered Cecilia angry, and she quickly nodded in agreement. “Yes, yes, yes.”


    Pa, however, refused to leave.


    “You are my daughter, and naturally, your home is my home! Now that I’m diagnosed with cancer, it’s your responsibility to take care of me and look after me!”


    Today was Regas‘ birthday, and the mere thought of Pa potentially being responsible for his death triggered a chill in Cecilia’s eyes.


    She picked up the phone, calling the security guard outside. “You have three minutes to drive this person out of my house.”


    Pa hadn’t anticipated Cecilia’s ruthlessness. She soon found herself being dragged out of the Smith residence by the security guards.


    Outside, it was drizzling.


    Cecilia left Elliot in the mansion as she stepped outside, only to find Pa looking disheveled. She left thetter with a stinging remark. “You don’t deserve to show up in front of my father’s. memorial picture.”