A Second Chance at Forever (Eleanor and Bernard) novel Chapter 1258

"I've got nothing to do with him."

Eleanor felt a knot in her belly, but kept her cool, "Why'd you ask?"

Peterson came out with it, "I reckon you're Mr. Laurence's secret wife."

Why would this secret wife always dodge Peterson every time she saw him?

Peterson didn't get it, and Eleanor had no intention of telling him. "If I was his wife, do you think I'd be out here running these projects? Nah, I'd be chilling at home, living the high life."

Peterson chuckled too, didn't press further, "Just thought you looked a bit like her, that's all. Hope you don't mind."

Eleanor kept her cool, responded with a smile, "No worries."

Peterson extended his hand, gesturing 'after you', "Let me walk you out."

Eleanor nodded, "Sure."

After seeing them out, Peterson returned to his study, a frown on his face.

He found Yates gazing at a photo, stroking it tenderly with his finger.

"Grandpa." Peterson approached, "Is this lady the one you're looking for?"

Yates' gaze didn't leave the photo, "She looks a bit like her, but I can't be sure."

Peterson asked, "Then why didn't you keep a strand of her hair for a DNA test?"

Yates sighed deeply, "Pauline only had two kids, your dad and your uncle. There's no way she had more."

Peterson frowned, "Then why does this lady's mom look so much like Ma'am Pauline?"

Even though Pauline was his biological grandmother, Grandpa's wife Laverne treated them like her own kids.

So they held Laverne in higher regard than the never-met Pauline, hence the different titles.

Facing Yates, they were always respectful. Peterson said, "Grandpa, take care of yourself. I'll come to see you in a few days."

Yates put down the photo, opened a drawer, took out a document, and handed it to Peterson, "If there's something that needs investigating, get on it. Don't waste time."

Peterson reached out both hands, took the document respectfully, "I've taken care of most of the things that needed handling. I'll get on this right away. Won't let you down."

"Hmm." Yates let out a dull grunt from his throat, carrying an intimidating vibe that made Peterson instinctively lower his head.

"Grandpa, I'll head out now."

Yates raised his hand, waved dismissively.

Only then did Peterson breathe a sigh of relief, quickly exiting the study.

His grandpa always gave off an oppressive vibe when discussing serious matters.