Chapter 557 Impulsive Vow To An Enigmatic Husband

• The butler asked, “Am I the only one who thinks you two look alike?” Grandpa Duran immediately tumed to the others, “Do any of you think Cornelia and I resemble each other?” When no one had brought it up, nobody had noticed. But now that it was mentioned, the others looked at the two of them, and they did seem to share some similarities. Steven said, “Grandpa Duran, your facial features aren’t similar, but if you look closely there are some resemblances.” Grandpa Duran asked, “Where exactly are we alike?” Steven replied, “Well, Grandpa Duran, if I have to be specific, I’d say your eyes seem similar.” Whether they really looked alike or not, as long as everyone agreed, Grandpa Duran was very happy, “This must be the connection between Cornelia and me. The first time I saw this little girl, I felt incredibly close to her, as if we’d met somewhere before” The butler added, “Sir, I’m not just trying to cheer you up. I genuinely think Ms. Stewart has some resemblance to you.
• If you don’t believe me, you can look in the mirror with her later.” “Who said I don’t believe you?” Suddenly, an incredible thought flashed through Grandpa Duran’s mind, “Nelly, what was your grandmother’s name?” Cornelia was about to answer but was interrupted by Grandpa Duran, “You don’t need to tell me now, I’ll ask you later.” He was wondering if it was possible that Comelia was truly his granddaughter. This could explain why he felt so familiar the first time he met Cornelia, as if he had met her a long time ago. Could it be? Grandpa Duran didn’t dare to think further. Over the years, he had imagined more than once that his wife hadn’t committed suicide with their son, but were still alive, living somewhere he couldn’t find. After all, he had searched for days and nights but never found their bodies.
• For decades, he had been hoping for a miracle, constantly searching while doing charity work. But decades passed and there was no news. Gradually, he accepted the fact that his wife and child had left this world. But at this moment, he seemed to see hope again. He desperately wanted this idea to be true, that Cornelia was his granddaughter and through her, he could find her relatives. Because he wanted it so much, he was also afraid to hear the answer. He was afraid that the answer would not be what he wanted to hear “Butler, please invite everyone in for tea.