Back to the Past: Breaking the Love Spell ( Carlisle Zahn ) Novel

Chapter 551

Sylvester's expression darkened at once.

Rory slammed the table. He looked angry and said, "What is that ingrate coming back here for? Is she here to boast about how much money she has?"

Rory and Sylvester were both from Rush Valley, and Rory knew about Sylvester's family situation very well.

After Yvette reunited with her family, she had completely forgotten about how much her adopted father had done for her. Everyone in Rush Valley knew about that.

"Sylvester, I don't think you should let the relationship between the two of you become awkward. After all, you lived under the same roof for more than 30 years, didn't you?" One of the elders in Sylvester's family gave his opinion.

His hair was white, and his face was covered in wrinkles.

He looked to be in his 70s.

It was Sylvester's uncle, Seamus Wolsey.

"Sylvester, Uncle Seamus is right. You're siblings. You two should have a proper

conversation instead of acting like enemies. It's not like Yvette didn't contribute anything. She donated the money to fix up the pond in our village, too!" Another of Sylvester's uncles spoke up. His name was Cornelius Barlow.

Both of them were clearly leaning toward Yvette, and they wanted Sylvester to patch things up with her.

"Today is my son's 18th birthday, and she's a guest of mine. I am not going to argue with her!" Sylvester knew that both Seamus and Cornelius just wanted to gain some benefits from Yvette.

The villagers of Rush Valley all talked about Yvette behind her back, but the moment she returned, they would rush up to her, looking like dogs wagging their tails.

Seamus stood up and straightened his shirt. "I'm guessing you won't be willing to greet Yvette. I'll go in your stead!" He put his hands behind his back and walked toward the door.

"I'm going out for some fresh air, too." Cornelius stood up and followed him out, looking stern.

Gordon sighed inwardly as he watched the scene unfold.

Whenever he and Gerard returned to their village, all of the villagers sucked up to Gerard, too.

The world would always be full of people who were drawn to the rich and avoided the poor.

It was human nature to fawn on the rich and powerful.

Outside the neighborhood, two Benzes were parked.

45-year-old Yvette was wearing a black coat, and she had on a pair of shiny, knee-length leather boots. She had a black scarf wrapped around her neck and a pair of sunglasses perched on her nose. She was dressed as if she were in her 20s or 30s.

Seamus and Cornelius smiled ingratiatingly as they approached her. "Yvette, did you come back for Owen's birthday?"

"Yes!" Yvette nodded. She took two envelopes from her bag and gave it to both of them. "Uncle Seamus, Uncle Cornelius, it's been a long time since we last met. I came back in a rush this time and didn't get to prepare any gifts. Please take this small token."

"Oh, don't say that! You don't have to give us anything. All you need to do is to come back. What kind of person do you think I am, huh?" Cornelius pretended to be angry, but he pinched the envelope at once.

It was stuffed so full of cash that there had to be at least a thousand dollars or so. Villagers in that era only made about two thousand dollars a year.

Seamus took the envelope of money and leaned over to whisper, "We tried to talk to Sylvester just now, and he's promised not to argue with you. Let's have a happy celebration for Owen's birthday."

Yvette said doubtfully, "Actually, I didn't return to celebrate Owen's birthday. I came to fix up my adopted father's grave."

Cornelius frowned. "Then it's even more important for you to have a good talk with Sylvester. According to the rules of our village, you'll need his permission if you want to do anything to that grave."

There was a series of honks from behind them.

Seamus raised an eyebrow and yelled, "Can't you just pass us by? This road is wide enough!"

Carlisle stuck out his head and said, "I need to drive into Franklin Complex. How can I get in when this car is parked at the entrance?"

Seamus looked thunderous as he said, "Can't you just wait a moment? What are you in such a rush for?"

Carlisle's temper flared as well. "Hey, old man. Is that any way to speak to anyone?"

Cornelius felt that Carlisle looked rather familiar. However, he wasn't sure, so he asked, " Are you Gordon's son?"

Yvette turned to look at him.

When she saw the Rolls-Royce logo, her eyes bulged.

What was a Rolls-Royce doing in a place like Rainville?