Chapter 572

The man poured a cup of tea. “Grandma wants to see you.”

Nolan remained silent for a while. “She’s in Stoslo?”

“Yes.” The man took a sip of tea. “It’s just that it’s not very convenient for her to come to you.”

Standing upstairs, Maisie was a little surprised when she heard their conversation.

‘Nolan’s grandmother is in Stoslo?’

She could more or less guess the identity of this man now. He should be Yorrick, the current patriarch of
the Hathaways.

“You can bring her with you. Grandma is willing to meet her granddaughter-in-law too.” Yorrick placed the
teacup next to his lips and smiled.

Not long after their conversation, Yorrick got up and left the villa.

Maisie was sitting on the chaise longue in the room and was casually flipping through some books. It
was when Nolan entered the door that she raised her gaze. “Have you finished talking?”

“Hmm.” Nolan managed to squeeze one word out of his throat, walked up to her, sat down, and leaned
toward her. “What are you reading about?”

“I’m just skimming through the content.” Maisie closed the book and put it down. “Why haven’t you
mentioned anything about your grandmother to me?”

She could not help but ask.



Nolan rested his chin on her shoulders and wrapped his arms around her waist languidly. “I didn’t
mention her because she and my grandfather aren’t legally married.”

Maisie was dumbfounded.

‘They’re not a legal couple? Does that mean that they only have children together but aren’t married at
all!?’

“Actually, it is my grandfather who owes her his life.” Nolan got up and walked up to the French window.

Maisie turned to look at him.

Nolan then explained calmly, “My grandfather only wanted to take over the Night Banquet that my
greatgrandfather left behind back then. He had always been living an extremely hazardous life ever since
he was a young lad. So, he knew very clearly that his wife and children would become his weaknesses if
he were to get married and start a family.”

Maisie finally understood and recovered from the bewilderment. “So, that’s why he left your father to the
Summers in order for them to

raise him?”

Nolan nodded. “My father told me that my grandparents’ relationship wasn’t a tango of two. It was only
my grandmother’s one-sided wishful

thinking back then, and she followed my grandfather around without even having a title or status in the
Goldmanns. My grandfather even took my father away after she gave birth to my father…”

Even so, his grandmother would still take time to visit Nicholas every year until Nicholas grew up, got
married, and gave birth to Nolan.



His grandmother would also send Nolan gifts when he was a young boy. She had even come all the way
from Yaramoor to visit when Nolan celebrated his first birthday. However, she would always choose to
come when Titus was not in the country-that was how the two had never met again. Maisie lowered her
gaze and said nothing.

‘No wonder Yorrick said it’s inconvenient for her to come to Nolan now. She’s avoiding his grandfather.

‘She didn’t even ask for a title before giving birth to a child for him. Just how deeply in love was she back
then? But she chose to never see him ever again since then. She must’ve been completely disappointed
in order for her to decide not to see him again.’

“Do you want to go to meet my grandmother with me?” Nolan asked her.

Maisie returned to her senses and chuckled. “Do you plan to take me there?”

Nolan smiled. “It’s nice for her to be able to meet your granddaughter-in-law.”

The next day…

Probably due to the cloudy and rainy day, the temperature dropped a lot. The rain drizzled in the
direction of the wind, the ground was wet, and a layer of cold reflection could be seen rippling on the
puddles.

When the car arrived outside a large hotel on Waltz Street. Nolan wore a long black trench coat over his
suit. After getting out of the ca

he took the black umbrella in Quincy’s hand and used it to protect Maisie from the rain.

Maisie wore a leather jacket with a lace turtleneck, a silk scarf that adorned her neckline, and a pair of
white short high-heeled boots under the pleated skirt.



She looked gentle and elegant, and her temperament felt rather casual.


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