Upon hearing this, Uncle Ying gave Florence a strange look. Florence raised her eyebrows, puzzled, and asked, "Uncle Ying, is there sothing wrong?" It was as if she had turned into a monster.
Florence Ford discreetly looked down at her clothing and saw nothing amiss. What she had just said was perfectly normal; there was nothing wrong with it.
She ca here to find out how the young master was doing.
In the past ten years, she had asked her father countless tis, and he always answered: "Don't ddle in the young master's affairs."
She didn't want to ddle; she just wanted to know how the young master was doing. Even if she wanted to ddle... well, deep down, she really wanted to ddle.
Only those few months of childhood interaction made it impossible for her to forget the young master. The young master from her childhood was handso and smart; what kind of person would he be now?
Just the thought of it made Florence's adolescent heart race wildly.
She had grown from a pretty little girl into a beautiful young woman; surely the young master had also grown from a handso little boy into a handso young man.
"It's nothing. We haven't seen Young Master Yang for ten years already, and we don't know where he is now or how he's doing." Uncle Ying's expression was gloomy. The beautiful young woman didn't know about Young Master Yang's situation, and he thought she would. Every ti Miss Adele returned, he would ask about Young Master Yang, but each ti he asked, Miss Adele seed very sad. After asking nurous tis, he dared not ask again.
The masters of the Horne Family often thought of Young Master Yang, but everyone seed to have a tacit understanding and seldom spoke of him, making the servants like Uncle Ying speculate about whether sothing had happened to Young Master Yang and where he was now.
Young Master Yang had a special place in the hearts of these old servants who had watched him grow up from birth.
Florence's eyebrows were raised even more prominently.
She couldn't understand Uncle Ying's words.
Uncle Ying was an old servant of the Horne Family and the head servant, knowing almost everything about the Horne Family's affairs. She rembered Uncle Ying cherished Ivan Horne and the young master, his cousins, as if they were his own. How could he not know where the young master was? She had not returned to her father's side because she thought since sumr vacation had started, the young master should be at the Horne Family's estate. After all, the Horne Family ant so much to the young master.
"Ring, ring, ring..." Uncle Ying's phone suddenly rang.
He quickly answered it, and it was Ivan Horne calling.
After listening to Ivan, Uncle Ying did not say much more and said to Florence Ford, "Miss Florence, our Young Master is now aware of who you are and has asked you to co in."
Upon hearing this, Florence's eyes widened in disbelief.
So, Ivan Horne didn't rember who she was just now and thus didn't want to see her and wouldn't let her in?
In her heart, there was a tinge of displeasure. She, Florence Ford, was like a blossom, attracting attention wherever she went, a woman whom n found unforgettable and were keen on knowing her na. And yet, Ivan Horne had forgotten about her, the little beauty beloved by the Horne Family mbers.
Florence Ford was proud.
At school, whether in arts or sports, she excelled in both, and her beauty made many male students treat her like a treasure, which made her behave aloof, hard to read, yet surrounded by nurous admirers.
Uncle Ying signaled for her to follow him inside the house.
Inside, Mila Anderson was looking at a newspaper through reading glasses, much like old Mrs. Horne used to do. Now Mila did the sa; maybe it was because she was getting older. Mila's beauty salon was just under her na as a board chairman now, with managent handed over to her beloved daughter-in-law, Julia Bluen. Mila herself enjoyed a leisurely life, at ho spending ti with her grandchildren.
"Mila, your coffee." Seventy-year-old Gian Horne brought a cup of coffee, placed it in front of Mila Anderson, and then quietly left to go for a walk alone.
After their divorce, they beca distant friends. Although they tried to avoid seeing each other, living under the sa roof, occasional encounters were inevitable.
Ten years can change many things, change many people.
Everyone's mindset had changed.
Love seed to have beco a habit, and hatred seed to have faded.
Mila Anderson put down the newspaper, picked up the coffee, and heard footsteps.
She turned to see Uncle Ying leading a girl as beautiful as a fairy inside. She blinked in surprise, then pushed up her reading glasses with one hand, calmly asking, "Uncle Ying, who is this?"
Florence Ford stepped forward two steps, smiling politely, "Madam, hello, do you rember ? I'm Florence Ford."
Florence Ford?
Mila Anderson rembered imdiately, putting down her coffee and warmly welcoming Florence, "Little beauty, what brings you here? Oh my, you've grown more beautiful; I almost didn't recognize you. Co, sit down, let have a good look. It's been ten years, right? You've blossod into such beauty, surely you have a train of admirers by now."
Florence Ford smiled, saying no. But inside, she felt a little bit delighted.
Ivan Horne saw this side of her.
His face, still carrying the freshness of youth, remained calm. It took him so ti just now to rember who this girl was.
Back in those days, wasn't this girl the one who always wanted to hang out with his cousin? Why is she here now, wanting to et him? Could she be trying to find out about his cousin through him?
Ivan Horne was too clever; he had already guessed Florence Ford's intentions.
"Good morning, Grandma," Ivan Horne greeted Mila Anderson lazily, then sat down across from her, acting as if he didn't notice Florence Ford's presence, casually picking up the newspaper from the coffee table, and leisurely reading it while coolly asking Uncle Ying, "Uncle Ying, did that girl Ying, leave yet?"
Florence Ford's face twitched slightly, having been praised by Mila Anderson to the point that she felt her pride swollen like a peacock's tail. She, a living person, was sitting right across from Ivan Horne, and yet he acted as if she was invisible, still asking Uncle Ying if she had left?
Wasn't it her who asked Uncle Ying to bring her in?
Florence Ford glared a little unhappily at Ivan Horne across the table, so handso it seed overboard. Though just fifteen, Ivan already possessed a strong masculine charisma. His sturdy figure was clearly a result of regular training, and his handso features were difficult to describe in words; no terms like "radiant charisma" or "handso as Pan An" seed fitting. So people are so exceedingly handso they might appear like a demon; however, Ivan Horne was not. His face was full of masculine energy, displaying a robustness and resoluteness, and his sowhat inscrutable yet slightly lazy eyes made it challenging to discern his true emotions. Although only fifteen, his mind was already as deep as an abyss.
If her heart wasn't already preoccupied with her young master, she might have been enchanted by Ivan Horne.
If Ivan Horne went to the sa school as her, she was sure all the girls at school would be crazy about him.
"Ivan, Florence, this is the little beauty who used to play often with you and Billy, and also Camila. By the way, sumr vacation starts today, right? How co that little girl Camila hasn't co to find you? Don't you usually hang out together during the holidays?" Mila Anderson said casually.
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