Chapter 569 Impulsive Vow To An Enigmatic Husband

• Grandpa Augustine turned to Alfredo, looking all serious, “Nelly and I are thick as thieves, I love her. The moment I decided to consider her my granddaughter, I vowed to treat her like my own blood. I don’t want you to do anything that might hurt people around me for my sake” “Alright, I’ll keep that in mind, won’t do anything to piss you off. Alfredo raised his glass, clinking it with Grandpa Augustine’s once more. Putting down his glass, he looked again at the photo, “She was a real looker in her youth.” Grandpa Augustine took a couple of swigs, also staring at the photo, Though her beauty is frozen in her youth, I believe she must have aged gracefully” Alfredo replied. “She was indeed beautiful. Even with a face full of wrinkles, she’s still all wisdom and elegance.”
• I’ve never seen a girl more beautiful than her” Grandpa Augustine suddenly caught on, “Wait, what did you just say?” Alfredo replied, “I thought you had moved on, but it seems you can’t let go. In that case, I’ll tell you the truth.” Grandpa Augustine sensed something off, unconsciously clenching his fists, “What truth?” Alfredo revealed, “Your wife and child didn’t die back then, Cornelia is your biological granddaughter.” Grandpa Augustine excitedly grabbed Alfredo’s hand, accidentally knocking over the bottle of wine on the table, but he didn’t care, “What did you say? Say it again!” “Calm down, let me finish.” Alfredo patted Grandpa Augustine’s hand, then slowly continued, “Your wife and child didn’t die back then. After you left, she raised the child on her own, facing a lot of gossip.
• Driven to despair, she even planned to take the child and jump into the river. Fortunately, she didn’t act on impulse. Unable to bear the rumors, she had to leave with the child. After wandering through several cities, she came to Rosenberg with the child, changed her name, and lived as a widow who had lost her husband. Luckily, she soon found a job as a teacher, which financially supported her and the child. But, your son died in a car accident when Cornelia was five, and she passed away not long ago.” “She didn’t die, but she’d rather live a new identity than find me.” Grandpa Augustine looked at the woman in the photo, mumbling to himself like a madman, “Silvia, you’re alive. Why didn’t you bring our child and find me?” Alfredo replied, “I told you, she thought you had abandoned her and the child.