The Billionaire’s Maid Bride (Flanagan and Allison)

Chapter 597

Carter was visibly shaken.

When the topic of Lucian’s grandmother was broached, Carter suddenly fell silent.

Several minutes passed before he heaved a long sigh. “That’s it for today, I’m tired,” he said wearily.

Lucian stepped out of the study.

Inside the study, Carter sank into the couch, with eyes closed, lost in the memories of his past.

His grandson, Lucian, was the one who resembled him the most.

Not just in business acumen, but also in relationships.

Despite remarrying, Carter could never quite shake off the memory of his first love.

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Lucian descended the stairs.

Just reaching the second floor, he spotted his mother with Penelope sitting in the living room below.

Penelope looked up. Her face lit up with a smile. “Lucian.”

Miranda, engaged in conversation with Penelope, also looked up. “Lucian, come down here.”

Lucian made his way to the living room where Lacey promptly offered him a cup of tea. “Mr. Lucian, this

tea is a new selection Mrs. Flanagan brought over. Please, have a taste.”

Penelope’s face was adorned with a delicate, almost natural-looking makeup, which was a stark

contrast to her previous bold and bright styles. As Lucian’s gaze fell upon her, he felt a sudden sense

of illusion.

Her face, it was strikingly similar to Allison’s.

“Lucian, I’ve prepared some cake. Try some,” Penelope said, picking up a piece and standing up to

hand it to him. Her leg had actually healed, but in Lucian’s presence, she feigned a delicate, wounded

demeanor.

Taking the cake from her, Lucian urged her to sit back down.

Penelope spoke softly, “I know you don’t like overly sweet things, so I didn’t add much sugar. Tell me if

you like it. If you do, I can bring some to your office tomorrow.”

Her voice was tender, and as Lucian bit into the cake, he was hit with a wave of clarity amidst his

reverie.

He had tasted Allison’s cake before.

It wasn’t that he disliked sweets; it was just that the one in his mouth lacked any distinctive taste.

Allison’s baking was sweet, but not cloying, and melted softly in the mouth.

Penelope’s attempt paled in comparison.

“As long as you like it, a little hard work is nothing,” she replied.

Despite Penelope’s gentle demeanor, Lucian felt indifferent. He didn’t sit down but instead said to his

mother, “Mom, I have to get back to the office. You and Penelope enjoy your chat.” Read at

Penelope looked somewhat downcast as Lucian prepared to leave.