Chapter 488 A Mystery Lady

When they got back to the mansion, Essie kept thinking about it. Mary would come to their house or visit Leila to inspect their honeymoon as expected.

The next day, however, nothing happened in the manor. Nothing happened at the side of Zac.

Essie was completely confused.

What the hell? Did she and Mili see a ghost?

"Mommy, let's go to the town to have a look tomorrow. Maybe we will meet the bad grandma again," Mili suggested.

Essie nodded. She didn't believe that there were really ghosts in the world. Something must be wrong. Maybe there was a big conspiracy brewing in Mary's mind.

The next morning, after Zac left, she took Mili to the town, sitting beside the open-air tea table in the dessert shop last time. She ordered two cups of juice and a few desserts as she ate.

Provence was a place with sunny sunshine. It was a sunny day today. The sun shone warmly in the sky. She then became more sleepy, and she rested her head on her hands, dozing off.

After a long time, Mili's voice came. "Mommy, look! Bad grandma is here again."

But all of a sudden, Essie came to her senses and looked in the direction of her daughter's finger. The lady went to the floral shop as last time and bought a bunch of forget me not. In order not to convince Zac, she took out her phone and took some photos.

When the woman turned around and was about to leave, Essie took Mili's hand and said, "Let's follow her secretly and see where she is going."

"Okay." Mili nodded. She felt like she was Sherlock Holmes the detective.

Essie told four bodyguards to keep a low profile and not to be discovered by others.

The woman walked to the parking lot at the street corner and got on a Rolls Royce. As the car of Essie and bodyguards also parked there, they quickly got on the car and followed the Rolls Royce.

The car in front of them was not fast, and the driver seemed not to have noticed that they were being followed.

After passing through a path in the forest with lavender fields on both sides, a Rolls Royce stopped in front of the iron gate of a large manor.

The door opened slowly. When the car drove in, it closed slowly.

Essie noticed that there were a row of beautiful French words on the iron gate, and she didn't know anything about French, so she didn't know what they meant. But Mili understood it. She had mastered three languages.

"Rose Manor," Mili translated word by word.

"What a beautiful name. It must be filled with roses inside, right?" Essie muttered. To her surprise, her former mother-in-law had bought a manor here in secret. 'Does she keep a French gigolo from her father-in-law?'

Thinking of this, she patted her head. She seemed to thought too much. Although her former mother-in-law was not a good person, she was quite conservative in this respect. Besides, her father-in-law was a decent person. She should not do such a shameful thing to fool around outside.

She took out her phone and took some photos of the manor. Th

"Well, how about I bring my husband here to visit you this afternoon? He looks like his mother, so he looks like you as well," Essie said with a smile.

"Hearing what you said, I have to see him." The lady smiled. "I will prepare afternoon tea in the mansion and wait for you."

Mili had always thought that this large manor was called Rose Manor because there were full of roses in it. After entering it, she found that there was not a single rose. The Rose Manor did not gained its name from roses, but rose wine.

The Rose Manor was home to the best rose wine of France and even Europe.

The woman who looked like her mother-in-law was named Sophie·Caroline. The local people called her Mrs. Rose. Her father was a French and her mother was Chinese. Her husband passed away more than twenty years ago. After that, she never remarried, and lived with her only daughter.

At the sight of Zac, she sighed in astonishment. "It's a pity that I don't have a son, or I'll think you're my son."

Zac was also looking at her carefully. He didn't expect that there was anyone in the world who looked exactly like his mother besides his aunt.

"If only in this way, I will also think that you are my mother."

Mrs. rose smiled gently, took a sip of the tea and said, "Tell me about your mother. I'm more and more curious about her."

"My mother is just an ordinary housewife. She is nothing special. My father is very busy with his business, so all the affairs in the family are handled by her alone," Zac said in an indifferent tone. He was not in the mood to talk about his true identity.

"She must be very happy with her son and her husband by her side," Lady Rose said with a flash of sadness on her face, and she felt a little lonely as she thought of her dead husband.

"Grandma, do you go to the floral shop to by forget me not every day?" Mili asked with her head askew.

Mrs. Rose nodded.

"Why? Don't you like forget me not so much? " Mili looked at her in confusion.