Mr Grant, Please Be Gentle

Blanca was a bit hesitant. But she went along hoping Mr. Butler would give her some helpful information to help her solve her identity puzzle.

Blanca went ahead to take off the pendant from her neck. It was tied with a black string which was specially made by Blanca.

The old man also took out his reading glasses, holding the pendant and looking at it carefully several times.

“I did make this one.”

“You did?” Blanca was thrilled to hear Mr. Butler say so. If the pendant was Mr. Butler’s work, did it mean that Mr. Butler…RêAd lat𝙚St chapters at Novel(D)ra/ma.Org Only

Blanca was getting suspicious now – Mr. Butler seemed to be the same age as her grandmother. It wasn’t totally impossible if they had been together once and had her parents.

Her speculation filled her eyes looking at Mr. Butler with mixed feelings.

“But this should belong to Malinda.” Mr. Butler stroked the pendant and rubbed the smooth texture of it. He looked at Blanca with harsh curiosity, “Before Malinda was born, I specially obtained such a rough stone and spent nearly a week carving out this jade pendant, and then gave it to my most beloved granddaughter, Malinda Roach. Miss Blanca, may I know how did it end up in your hands?”

“I…”

Blanca was getting even more anxious, her palms were full of cold sweat.

She was not stupid – she could feel Mr. Butler’s questioning and hostility coming toward her. But she wasn’t sure why Mr. Butler would react this way, and the unknown worried her.

“Miss Blanca, I am not sure what means you have used to marry Matthew. His persona seems distant but he is sincere to others. I hope you don’t deceive him by any means.” After a while, Mr. Butler put the pendant back on Blanca’s hand, “This pendant is indeed the same as the one I made, but it is not it. Because the one I made is now on my granddaughter Malinda Roach.”

Hearing what Mr. Butler said, Blanca had her mouth open, completely speechless.

Her hands were trembling.

Did Mr. Butler mistake that Blanca was trying to impersonate Miss Roach? She wasn’t onto that at all…

“I gotta go now. Wish you the best of luck with everything, Miss Blanca.”

Saying so, Mr. Butler was already out gone.

The pendant was placed on the coffee table by him, and it looked as alone as Blanca right here, right now.

What was going on?

Blanca’s hands on her knees were holding onto her thighs tightly, her eyes were slightly red, and she wanted to cry, but she felt like she couldn’t. She just wanted to find her own family. She had no plans pretending to be someone else.

But Mr. Butler actually misunderstood that she had negative motives.

That was so funny.

Blanca felt like a terrible joke now.

“Hey, cry it out. You’ll feel better.” Suddenly, someone squatted down in front of her, Blanca sniffed, looked up, and saw Peter staring at her with caring concern.

She immediately restrained her hard feelings, wiped her face, and smiled, “I am going to be alright. It was the first time for me to do something like this, but I will give it my best.”

It hurt to see Blanca pretending to be tough. Peter’s eyes got watery

“Blanca, it’s okay. I overheard what was going on.”

“No, nothing happened. I just got sands in my eyes.” Blanca smiled.