A Second Chance at Forever ( Eleanor Shultz )
A Second Chance at Forever Chapter 1258

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 ady 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.

Yates didn’t mind much. To him, Pauline was his first love, and Laverne was his best partner.

Yates was puzzled too, “Maybe they just look alike?”

The Emilia who came today did resemble her a bit, but her tone and demeanor were nothing like Pauline’s.

Before meeting Emilia, Yates had a glimmer of hope that Pauline had given birth to triplets.

But after meeting her, this thought didn’t seem so pressing anymore.

There are a lot of lookalikes in the world, but that doesn’t mean they’re related.

Seeing that Grandpa wasn’t persistent about this, Peterson didn’t press further, “So, Grandpa, are you coming home for dinner today?”

Every year around this time, Yates would gather with his family. No matter how busy everyone had to come home, even his brother in the entertainment industry.

Yates had wanted to invite Emilia to dinner, but she turned him down. Without her, he didn’t want to go anymore, “I’ll pass today. No need for them to fuss.”

Peterson was taken aback. Why was Grandpa even more depressed after meeting Emilia? Had his hopes been dashed?

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,