Entangled with My Cousin's Fiancé
Chapter 125 Like Your Son, An Old Cane

Chapter 125: Chapter 125 Like Your Son, An Old Cane

"Big sister, Lola, you’ve finally come back."

George Ross looked to be under fifty, wearing a tailored suit and his hair neatly combed.

There was someone following him who stepped forward to take Lola Gold’s luggage.

George’s gaze settled on Yolanda Greenwood, "Lola, this must be your good friend, right?"

"Yes, uncle, this is Yolanda." Lola Gold had informed her family in advance that she would bring a friend.

Yolanda stepped forward to greet him, "Hello, uncle, it’s really a bother this time."

"Not at all, welcome here." George personally took Yolanda’s luggage and led everyone towards the station exit. "Let’s go, we’ll wait by the roadside for the driver to bring the car around."

"Yo," Lola laughed, "Uncle, have you been promoted? You even have a driver now."

"Promoted? What promotion?" George was clearly talkative, "No, our area is getting developed, so they set up a development team and I’m the deputy team leader."

"Our home area is being developed?" Ruby Ross spoke for the first time, her tone clearly surprised.

"Yes, they’re planning to build a resort." George sighed, "But the developers are too cunning; they haven’t settled the compensation yet, it’s at a deadlock."

Lola was hearing this news for the first time too; she glanced apologetically at Yolanda and then asked George, "Uncle, does that mean we have to move? Where will we go?"

"We’ll move to the city area, I’ve already arranged everything, don’t worry." George looked at Yolanda, "I won’t let you and your friend be homeless."

Everyone chuckled, and Yolanda complimented George.

After getting on the vehicle, Ruby inquired about the family matriarch, "How has mom been feeling recently?"

"She’s been fine, don’t worry." George seemed to dislike the topic, always circling back to talk about the development team.

Throughout the ride, Yolanda kept looking at the scenery outside the window, noticing the strong modern influences.

George explained that Ully Town is now divided into two parts; the east side, near the station, known as the city area, is developing rapidly; while the west part, where Lola’s old home is located, is called the development area, preserving ancient houses and scenery as a tourist zone.

Indeed, after a while, the scenery changed—mountains and waters painting a picture, and the houses transformed into quaint, low-lying ancient buildings, offering a transcendent feel.

Yolanda and Lola shared a knowing smile, both seemingly excited.

After about half an hour, the car stopped.

"Let’s get out here; the road ahead is too narrow for the car to continue." George seemed annoyed, "I’m really fed up with this place, just hoping to move out soon."

"Not really, this place is nice." Lola took out her phone non-stop to take pictures, "Really, any random shot is a masterpiece."

Yolanda nodded in agreement, just as Lola had said, she really liked it here.

Once they disembarked, the atmosphere felt even richer; occasionally seeing a few pedestrians on the road, and small houses along the roadside with colorful flowers blooming in front of them.

This place was different from Gray City, filled more with natural vibes.

Soon, they arrived at the Ross Family’s residence, which was surprisingly a small courtyard house.

Upon entering, they saw an elderly lady with white hair preparing lunch, appearing to be in her seventies.

"Grandma?" Lola called out hesitantly, realizing it had been over a decade since her last visit.

She unconsciously looked towards her mother, only to see Ruby Ross’s eyes already welling up with tears.

The elderly lady slowly stood up, walking unsteadily toward Ruby, "You are... Little Ruby?"

"Mom!" Ruby unexpectedly knelt, "Mom, it’s me, Little Ruby!"

"Why, mom, please get up," Lola was startled, immediately going to help Ruby.

But Ruby refused to stand, her eyes teary as she looked at the elderly lady, "Mom, Little Ruby has been unfilial, not visiting you for so many years."

The elderly lady snorted softly, muttering under her breath, "Ungrateful wretch, now you remember to return."

Lola was shocked for a moment and quickly tried to explain to the elderly lady, "Grandma, my mom she..."

"Enough." Suddenly, George spoke up coldly, "Big sister finally comes back and you want to chase her away?"

He pulled Ruby up, "And you, why kneel? Making a spectacle!"

He glanced at Yolanda as he spoke.

Yolanda shook her head; although taken aback by everything happening, given her relationship with Lola, she wouldn’t mock but rather felt pity.

Ruby hadn’t returned for many years, gradually losing contact with the family... Yolanda faintly felt there were things Lola didn’t know.

Clearly, Lola also realized something at this moment, looking apologetically at Yolanda.

This visit was meant to be a peaceful retreat, yet it turned out this way.

"I’m okay," Yolanda whispered.

The group finally entered the house and set down their belongings.

Ruby and the elderly lady stayed in the main house, George in the west house, and Yolanda and Lola in the east house.

At this moment, Yolanda realized something—George had remained single all these years, and all this time, it was the elderly lady who took care of the two.

After settling everyone in, George mentioned that he needed to attend to some issues with the development team and hastily left.

"Mom, what do you need to do, let me help." Ruby wanted to assist the elderly lady with cooking.

"No need, you’re weak and in the way," the elderly lady disdainfully pushed Ruby away.

Lola and Yolanda immediately stepped forward, "Grandma, let us help."

Lola looked at Ruby, "Mom, go rest, don’t worry, Yolanda and I will help."

Ruby forced a smile and turned away.

The two helped the elderly lady with picking and washing vegetables. Although she was elderly, she was clearly accustomed to the work and was quite efficient.

She did not converse much with Lola but was warmer towards Yolanda.

"How old are you?"

"Almost twenty-six," Yolanda replied with a smile, "Lola and I are classmates."

The elderly lady asked further, "Twenty-six? Married?"

Yolanda hesitated, then heard Lola intervene, "Grandma, why ask these things, it’s her private matter."

The elderly lady immediately got upset, "What’s wrong with asking? Twenty-six isn’t young, probably just like you, a hardened single, that’s why you’re embarrassed to say."

Lola, frustrated and explaining to Yolanda, clarified, "Hardened single is a local term here, meaning you’ve always been single."

She really disliked the elderly lady asking these questions, especially since "hardened single" obviously wasn’t a compliment, so she couldn’t help but retort.

"Yeah, we’re all hardened singles, just like your son."