"Uncle Vance, I want to see Grandpa’s lab."
Graham Vance then took Tanya Sinclair to the room where Horace Sinclair used to conduct his experints. As they entered, Tanya was startled by the scene before her.
The most advanced equipnt was displayed there, and notes written by her grandfather remained on the blackboard.
Tanya examined it closely; it was clear that Grandpa was researching cell regeneration, but all the research manuscripts were missing. Tanya checked the computer, only to find it had been wiped clean as well...
To pull off sothing this big... A bold theory ca to Tanya’s mind.
Perhaps Grandpa was collaborating with the governnt, which is why he hid his identity to conduct research here.
But if there were governnt support, then The Sinclair Family’s assets should have been retrieved long ago. How could Grandpa allow Sean Lynn and Shelly Sullivan, those scoundrels, to live happily for so many years!
Tanya couldn’t figure it out.
She looked again at her grandpa, who had taken his dication and was already asleep.
Before the tears fell, Tanya turned and left.
Graham Vance and Mason Vance escorted her to the door.
"Miss Tanya, you’re welco to co over every Sunday," Mason reminded her. "On other days, no one is allowed in; that’s the employer’s rule. Soone accidentally wandered in before, and all we heard were screams, but we didn’t see anyone."
Tanya grew more curious about this hidden employer.
Looking towards a house identical to The Sinclair Family’s ancestral ho in the distance, she suddenly thought of sothing else.
"By the way, Uncle Vance, have you been taking care of my mother’s grave these past few years?"
Uncle Vance paused, confused, "No, I haven’t."
He was a bit embarrassed, "Back then, I got a leg broken and took Mason back ho. It was only four years ago that we returned to Aris and ca directly here. Miss’s grave, I don’t even know where it is yet."
Not Uncle Vance...
So who has been taking care of her mother’s grave these years?
Could it be this hidden employer?
"Miss Tanya!" Mason suddenly stepped forward, calling out to Tanya, who was about to leave.
He bit his chapped lip and said earnestly, "If you need soone by your side, I can follow you and protect you. Our Vance Family has always been with The Sinclair Family."
Graham also added, "Miss Tanya, Mason has trained in martial arts for a few years and can drive. Having him by your side as a chauffeur would put more at ease."
Tanya thought of the ti when Officer Crawford said that Old Ninth King hadn’t been caught yet.
Indeed, she needed soone she could trust by her side.
Compared to hiring an outsider, Mason Vance was indeed a better choice.
"Okay."
After leaving the nursing ho, Tanya had Mason take her to a flower shop to buy two bouquets for her mother’s grave.
Today was her mother’s death anniversary.
But Tanya never expected that her mother’s grave would be uncommonly lively today.
—Vincent Hawthorne had actually brought Cindy Lynn, along with Caden and Joy, to pay their respects!
Tanya stared intently at Cindy Lynn’s back. In that instant, she almost saw the shadow of Shelly Sullivan! Hatred burned her eyes red, nearly driving her to madness!
How dare she...
How dare she desecrate her mother’s grave!
"Daddy, is this Grandma?" Joy looked at the woman in the portrait on the grave marker, curious yet a bit fearful, and noticed that Mom looked sowhat like Grandma.
"Yes." Vincent nodded casually.
Today, he was accompanying Cindy Lynn to pay respects to her grandmother. Her grandmother’s grave had also been moved to this cetery this year. The grave was impressive, located at the highest, best spot in the cetery.
As they walked down, Vincent rembered that Tanya Sinclair’s mother, Charlotte Sinclair, was also buried here. He didn’t know why but decided to visit out of curiosity.
When he married Tanya, Charlotte had already passed away for many years. She never ntioned her father and had told him he was dead.
Vincent didn’t have much emotional connection to this mother-in-law who passed away long ago, except when he married Tanya, and she insisted on bringing him here to see her mother.
Vincent was montarily distracted, recalling how happy Tanya was back then, like a child, chattering endlessly at the grave, mostly praising him...
It’s strange that he could rember Tanya’s lively expressions back then.
As if she was the happiest woman in the world...
"Vincent, what are you thinking about?"
Cindy Lynn, holding his arm, asked softly.
"Nothing." Vincent pushed Joy and Caden in front of the grave marker, saying softly, "Since we’re here, pay your respects to your grandmother."
Joy, with her simple mind, knelt and earnestly kowtowed to her grandmother.
"Hello, Grandma, I am Joy."
"Daddy, why didn’t you ever ntion that Grandma was buried here? And you never brought us here before," Caden couldn’t help but ask.
He thought his dad was all-around bad to his mom.
Vincent, slightly impatient, replied, "Your grandmother passed away many years ago, and I’ve never t her. I’ll bring you here every year from now on."
Cindy Lynn glanced at the portrait of Charlotte Sinclair on the grave marker, the corners of her mouth curling faintly—when alive, she was trampled under her mother, and now in death, she’s overshadowed by her grandmother.
Ha, The Sinclair Family, dood to never rise again!
"Vincent, since I’m here and part of the younger generation, let offer incense to Aunt Sinclair." Cindy Lynn said softly.
Vincent frowned slightly, "You offer incense?"
This was Tanya Sinclair’s biological mother, and Cindy offering incense seed sowhat inappropriate...
But Cindy Lynn had already taken out three sticks of incense, preparing to pay her respects.
"Get away, don’t filth up my mother’s grave!" Tanya’s angry voice suddenly erupted.
Cindy Lynn had just turned around when a white chrysanthemum was fiercely smacked against her face.
Once, twice!
The petals scattered, leaves flying.
"Ah!" Cindy scread, hiding behind Vincent.
Vincent grabbed Tanya’s wrist, "What are you doing?"
Tanya, not backing down, kneed toward his groin.
If not for Vincent’s martial training and quick reflexes, that knee strike might have crippled him!
Vincent’s face turned green, "Tanya!"
"What do you want to do?!" Mason Vance burst out, shielding Tanya.
Seeing another man beside Tanya made Vincent’s already furious face even darker and more sinister.
How many n had Tanya attracted in such a short ti?!
But mindful of Joy and Caden, Vincent swallowed back his words.
He instructed the new nanny who ca to care for the children to take Joy and Caden back to the car.
Caden couldn’t help but look back at Tanya, who forced a smile and gently waved at them.
But Joy only looked at her with a slight frown and then warily turned her gaze to Cindy Lynn.
Joy didn’t understand the adults’ grievances, only seeing Mommy rushing up to hit Aunt Cindy...
Tanya fixed her gaze on Vincent’s face, where a small cut from a flower branch marred his cheek, ant for Cindy Lynn.
"Vincent," Tanya suddenly asked, "In the years I was in a coma, did you ever co to pay respects to my mother... even once?"
"..." Vincent’s eyes flickered, clearly feeling guilty.
This confird for Tanya that Vincent was not the one who had carefully tended to her mother’s grave these past years!
"Miss Tanya." Mason handed over the incense.
Tanya accepted it and closed her eyes, praying for her mother.
Cindy Lynn pulled Vincent away.
"Vincent, let’s go."
She felt that Tanya had already recognized her.
Staying longer, who knows what that bitch might say!
Yet, Tanya’s cold voice sounded at this mont, "Cindy Lynn, if you truly want to mourn my mother, you’d need to offer up the lives of your mother, Shelly Sullivan, and your father, Sean Lynn, to show sincerity!"
Cindy’s expression hardened.
This bitch... she had indeed discovered her identity!
Vincent frowned, "What are you talking about? How do you know Cindy’s parents?"
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