Chapter 74
74 Who Is the Yarwoods‘ Tuming Point
Dalton had a noble but short–lived destiny.
Since Theo felt bad about it, he let Dalton off the hook.
Fabian hadn’t found his granddaughter. So, it was better to let the Quinnells decide the marriage after
they had found her.
He just felt that it was a pity that no one could accompany his outstanding grandson from
childhood.
Theo sighed with a rare sign of guilt. “It’s all my fault. I shouldn’t have…”
“Grandpa.” Dalton interrupted him with a faint, warm smile. “I’ve never hated you. If the
Yarwoods need someone to take on something, I’d rather it be me.”
Holding the dragon cane, Theo trembled slightly. He didn’t speak for a long time and looked at his
bright and lovely grandson before sighing helplessly.
Everyone envied the Yarwoods for their wealth, but no one knew of the troubles they went
through.
His grandson had been willing to suffer for so many years.
Atwater also once said that everything would have a turning point. But they had waited for so many
years. Where was their turning point?
Dalton knew what Theo was thinking, but he only sat beside the tea table calmly and
looked out of the manor.
The afternoon light swept past him and casted a layer of halo around his figure. It made him look even
more cold and noble, just like the son of an aristocratic family in the medieval times. His every move
was filled with light.
He guessed she should have received the gift he gave her by now. Even through the video,
he could tell that she wanted the Zenith herb.
Dalton smiled lightly.
At this moment, Wynter had already walked out of the inner hall. While she was responding to Abel,
she secretly sent a message to Wolf in her pocket.
The content was simple, and there was only one sentence–Retreat, the Yarwoods.
Intervened!
When Wolf received her notice, he was eating toast on the street. He ate it in big
m*uthfuls, filling his entire m*uth.
Since he didn’t implant any extra IP addresses, he immediately wiped them out and left no trace for the
other party.
He stood up and thought, “Hmph, the Yarwoods are so annoying!”
Margaret shouted over there, “Wolf, come and take a look! What’s going on with this TV? It keeps
buzzing!”
Biting down on the toast and holding onto wooden buckets, he headed toward the inner courtyard.
No one would have thought that the person who caused an uproar in Southdale and turmoil on the
internet would be a little boy.
After all, they had never linked the Gibsons‘ trouble to Wynter, so they were even less likely to notice
the clinic hidden in the alley.
At the same time, the Southdale ladies were still talking in the reception hall outside the
manor.
Wanda had become the center of their attention. “Speaking of Kingbourne, we plan to move there by
the end of the year.”
Mrs. Lipsey was surprised. “Going to Kingbourne? What about your business?”
Mrs. Jennings took a sip of tea. “You know nothing. Mrs. Yates‘ maternal family is now in Kingbourne.”
All the ladies were envious.
Although Southdale was good, and its economy was developing rapidly, it was still far behind
Kingbourne.
“Business is trivial.” Wanda pretended to be modest. “Yve is outstanding. We can’t be a hindrance to
her, so we’d better move to Kingbourne…”
Just as she was talking, Yvette was pulled out by a bodyguard. Her hair was messed up, and she
looked frightened.
“Mom.”
She was about to cry, but when she saw all the ladies in the entourafe, she immediately hid
her emotions.