Chapter 338: What a Coincidence

Chapter 338: Chapter 338: What a Coincidence

Although Laura Jennings never stopped him from attending school or studying abroad, she had instilled a certain belief in him since childhood. She always told him that since he was the youngest son, he didn’t need to study hard because studying was too tiring, and he should just go play instead.

Even though Liam Sloan genuinely had no interest in the family fortune and had never considered fighting for it, his mother was still way too weird, wasn’t she?

If it was for Theodore Lancaster’s sake, it made even less sense. According to Liam’s observations, the fundamental reason his mother doted on Theodore was simply because Theodore was her own flesh and blood.

What about him, then? Wasn’t he her biological son too?

Liam was utterly baffled, though he had no desire to figure it out anyway.

Laura was still throwing a fit. "Those damn bitches are still laughing at me, and you didn’t even stop them! Your brother is so busy at the company, yet you’re so leisurely. You don’t even know how to help me!"

Liam knew that many wealthy ladies had been watching Laura make a fool of herself recently. He had even listened to their gossip with great interest for a while, and he completely agreed with them.

Laura kept cursing, completely disregarding Liam’s presence. However, the moment Theodore walked through the door, she immediately stopped her verbal abuse, put on a smiling face, and greeted him with fawning affection.

"Theodore, you’re back? Did you have a hard day? You look like you’ve lost weight recently..."

"Don’t bother me, Ms. Jennings." Theodore’s expression was clearly grim because of Estelle Lockwood’s newly revealed identity. After all, in his mind, Estelle was supposed to be his. It was Laura’s relentless obstruction and thousandfold insults toward Estelle that led to her not choosing him.

Even after being snapped at, Laura didn’t react negatively. Instead, her smile deepened. "Alright, alright, I won’t bother you. I’ll have the servants prepare dinner for you."

Theodore went upstairs without looking back.

Liam was left speechless. Seriously, his mother was kissing up way too much. Even if Theodore was her biological son, was it really necessary to go this far?

Estelle’s return to the Yeats Family had become the hottest topic in Crestfall’s aristocratic circles. However, she herself remained unaffected by the buzz.

Mrs. Kendrick, on the other hand, was thrilled. "Estelle! How is it at the Yeats Family’s home? Are they treating you well? Let’s meet up! Bring the triplets out, and we’ll have a meal together."

Estelle naturally agreed.

An hour later, she arrived at an upscale restaurant with the three little ones. Mrs. Kendrick was already seated inside waiting for them.

"This place requires reservations. The private rooms were fully booked, so we can only sit in the main dining hall," Mrs. Kendrick said as she instructed the waiter to serve the dishes. "Christian, Zachery, Mia, did you miss Grandma?"

The triplets took turns letting Mrs. Kendrick rub their heads.

When the restaurant owner heard that the recently famous Miss Yeats had arrived, he wanted to switch them to a private room, but Estelle declined. There was no need for that. Besides, the main hall was actually quite nice. The environment was quiet and serene, and the dining tables were spaced far apart with screens and curtains separating them, making it feel like a semi-private room anyway.

Since Mrs. Kendrick was Estelle’s godmother, it was perfectly normal for the triplets to call her Grandma. However, Mrs. Kendrick still asked, "Will the Yeats mind?"

Estelle shook her head. "They shouldn’t."

Mrs. Kendrick didn’t press further. "It’s fine to call me that in private, but in public, we still have to give the Yeats face."

After all, in the eyes of the Yeats, Estelle’s mother—and the triplets’ biological grandmother—was Eleanor Yeats.

"But speaking of which, Estelle, isn’t it such a coincidence!" Mrs. Kendrick exclaimed excitedly. "I have the same name as your mother!"

Estelle had noticed this long ago. Mrs. Kendrick’s maiden name was Eleanor Vance, and her mother was named Eleanor Yeats. They were both named "Eleanor."

"I wonder what your biological mother looks like. If possible, I’d really love to meet her..."

RING RING RING.

Just then, a call from Old Mr. Yeats came through. He was still staying at Imperial Crest. When he woke up and found that his granddaughter and the triplets were nowhere to be seen, he had called to check on them. Estelle quickly explained that she was having a meal with her godmother.

Naturally, Old Mr. Yeats had investigated Estelle and knew about Mrs. Kendrick of the Kendrick Family. Of course, he also knew Mrs. Kendrick’s real name.

Old Mr. Yeats paused for a moment and blurted out subconsciously, "...Eleanor..."

Mrs. Kendrick smiled over the phone. "Hello, Old Mr. Yeats."

Hearing a voice entirely different from Eleanor Yeats’s, Old Mr. Yeats snapped back to his senses. "Hello. Oh, right, Estelle, where are you eating? Bring a portion back for me, and make it extra spicy and numbing!"

Estelle sighed helplessly. "The doctor said you need to think about your health. You can’t eat spicy food."

It was precisely because they wouldn’t let him eat spicy food that the old man had recently started ordering takeout. How should she put it... it was just quite bizarre. To think that the dignified former Family Head of the Yeats Family actually knew how to order takeout on his phone.

Mrs. Kendrick was amused by Old Mr. Yeats, her eyes turning gentle. "Estelle, your biological grandfather is a very interesting person. I’m sure your mother’s personality was just as fascinating. You and them... you really do seem like a family."

Meanwhile, at Imperial Crest.

Old Mr. Yeats rubbed his belly. Suddenly, a servant announced, "Sir, Mrs. Yeats has come to visit you."

Old Mr. Yeats raised a brow. "Why did you come over? Did you bring me anything delicious to eat?"

Mrs. Yeats chuckled softly. "We already told you that you can’t eat that stuff. It’s one thing if you don’t listen to us, but are you going to ignore Estelle’s words too?"

Old Mr. Yeats had always liked this daughter-in-law of his and was willing to give her some face. "Fine, I won’t eat it. In the past, Eleanor used to manage me, and now it’s your turn."

Mrs. Yeats smiled, then asked with feigned casualness, "I heard you say ’Eleanor’ to the person on the phone just now... Could it be that you’ve found Eleanor?"

Old Mr. Yeats froze for a second. Then he replied in confusion, "Of course not. If I had found Eleanor, how could I be this calm? It was Mrs. Kendrick. You know the Kendrick Family, right? The Kendricks have taken great care of Estelle. Mrs. Kendrick, in particular, practically raised Estelle like her own daughter."

Speaking of this, Old Mr. Yeats began to laugh. "And it’s quite a coincidence. Mrs. Kendrick’s maiden name is Eleanor Vance. She’s also called Eleanor... What’s wrong? You don’t look well. Do you miss Eleanor too much?"

Mrs. Yeats sighed helplessly. "Yes. When I heard you call out that name just now, I thought... It’s been so many years, and we still haven’t found her...

"Alright, let’s not talk about that. Dad, I’m here to bring you your meal. You need to eat a lighter diet these days. Quentin asked me to come over and keep an eye on you."

At the restaurant, Claire Yeats walked in, her eyes darting around slightly. Estelle and those three little bastards were all here... ’Teacher’ had told her to find a way to teach them a lesson...

Suddenly, Claire spotted someone. "Vincent? Vincent Ford, is that you?"

The owner of this restaurant was surnamed Ford. Vincent Ford was the owner’s son and also Claire’s high school classmate. He was just stepping out of a private room at that moment. Hearing her voice, his eyes immediately lit up. "Claire?!"

Claire smiled shyly. "I didn’t expect to see you here..."

"Are you here to eat, Claire?" Vincent asked excitedly. This was his high school goddess!

To his surprise, Claire looked hesitant and utterly despondent. "No... I just came in to take a look. I can’t afford to eat at this restaurant."

"Why?" Vincent frowned. "Aren’t you Miss Yeats? How could you possibly not afford a meal?"

Claire gently bit her lip. Her gaze subconsciously drifted toward Estelle before she forced out a strong, resilient smile. "Vincent, you might not know... I’m no longer Miss Yeats..."