“Auntie?
You mean the aunt who had a massive fight with my father and ran away from home years ago?” Hearing the words of Freddy the butler, an image of a jewel-encrusted woman surfaced in Loren’s mind.
This woman was none other than his aunt, Maeve Morgan.
According to his integrated memories, the original owner’s father actually had an older brother and an older sister, making him the third child.
However, due to unknown reasons back then, his oldest uncle had unfortunately died in a car accident, leaving only his aunt and his father behind.
A few years later, the two siblings had a massive fight over the inheritance.
His aunt, Maeve, had always believed that the original host’s father had hired someone to murder their eldest brother in order to seize control of the Morgan family fortune.
Consequently, she had always held a grudge against him, targeting him at every turn, to the point where they eventually drew weapons on each other.
Yet according to his integrated memories, Loren knew that this wasn’t the truth at all.
From beginning to end, his father had never wanted to become the head of the Morgan family.
On the contrary, he had even wanted to leave the Morgan family to live his own life.
Unfortunately, when the eldest brother died, Loren’s grandfather forced his father to inherit the position of family head.
No matter how much his father resisted, it was in vain.
He had actually explained this to his sister, Maeve Morgan, but she simply didn’t believe him.
Instead, she believed that her younger brother had been whispering in their father’s ear to hand over the leadership.
Three years ago, after his protests proved futile, the original host’s father finally had to assume the position of the Morgan family’s head.
From that day onward, his aunt severed all ties with the Morgan family, completely breaking off contact.
Their paths had parted.
Three years had passed, and he never expected this long-lost aunt to suddenly show up.
It was far too abnormal.
After all, she hadn’t even attended his parents’ funeral.
“When things are this unusual, there must be a catch.
I doubt my aunt is here with good intentions.” But since she was already here, there was no reason for him, as her nephew, to avoid her.
With that in mind, he immediately had 2B help him dress.
However, because his height had shot up so much, none of his old clothes fit anymore.
He had to have a few black suits rushed over to the estate.
Slipped into a black suit, Loren’s robust physique was instantly concealed beneath the fabric, a perfect demonstration of looking lean in clothes while being muscular underneath.
Combined with his handsome features, he exuded an imposing noble aura, like a prince in a European palace.
Looking at the extraordinarily charismatic Loren, 2B’s face flushed.
Her eyes were filled with adoration and infatuation.
If the situation hadn’t forbidden it, she probably wouldn’t have been able to resist throwing herself at him again.
“Let’s go.
Let’s see what this aunt of mine wants.” Loren walked toward the manor’s main hall with a leisurely stride, while 2B followed respectfully behind him like a sweet, obedient wife.
In the reception area of the hall, a middle-aged woman wearing heavy makeup sat with poised elegance.
On the table to her right sat a gift box, its contents unknown.
Even before Loren got close, his enhanced sense of smell caught a faint, sweet aroma.
Clearly, there was food inside.
This elegant and luxurious middle-aged woman was none other than his aunt, Maeve Morgan.
Seeing Loren approach, a smile instantly bloomed on Maeve’s face.
She stood up gracefully and proactively came over to greet him.
“Oh, my sweet nephew!
I haven’t seen you in years, and you’ve grown so tall.
You look like a real man now.” As Maeve spoke, she reached out, wanting to caress Loren’s cheek.
But before she could touch him, Loren calmly took a step back, deftly avoiding her hand.
“Ms.
Maeve, I don’t think you and I are that close.” According to his integrated memories, this so-called aunt had never liked him.
When he was a child, she had even gone out of her way to humiliate him, simply because she disliked his father.
Knowing this, how could he possibly act close to an aunt like her?
To him, Maeve’s current display of affection was nothing but a facade.
But why was she putting on an act?
This naturally made him grow increasingly wary of her.
Hearing Loren’s words, a flash of awkwardness crossed Maeve’s face.
“My dear nephew, I know you hate me for not attending your parents’ funeral.
But that was because I didn’t know about it at the time.
I only heard the news recently, so I rushed over immediately,” Maeve said, looking at Loren with a face full of sincerity.
Pain was written all over her face, and her eyes were filled with grief.
Anyone who didn’t know better would truly think she was mourning her younger brother.
But Loren knew all too well that she was merely putting on a show.
His aunt’s hatred for his father was unimaginable.
How could she possibly feel sad about his death?
“Ms.
Maeve, there’s no need to put on an act in front of me.
I am well aware of the grudge between you and my father.
Just tell me, what is the real purpose of your sudden visit?” Loren said bluntly, giving her no face at all.
At his words, a flash of malice flickered in Maeve’s eyes, but it vanished in an instant, quickly concealed.
“Nephew, you really misunderstand me.
I admit your father and I had our differences back then, but at the end of the day, we’re brother and sister.
Blood is thicker than water!
What do those petty squabbles matter when compared to life and death?
Don’t you agree?” “Is that so?
Then I guess I was being petty.
If you really think that way, then I suppose I can still call you Auntie.” Hearing Maeve’s words, Loren nodded slowly, a half-smile playing on his lips.
“Exactly!
The conflicts between your father and me have long since blown over.
Besides, the issues of our generation shouldn’t involve you kids.
I’m truly relieved that you can forgive me.
Oh, right.
These are European pastries I baked myself.
I brought them over specifically for you to try.
I hope you like them.” As Maeve spoke, she pushed the box on the table toward Loren.
She gently opened it, revealing rows of exquisitely crafted pastries.
But as the box opened, a faint, sweet aroma drifted into Loren’s nose, causing him to furrow his brows slightly.
“These pastries of yours certainly are fragrant,” Loren said playfully, picking up a cookie.
“Hehe, I mixed in a bit of tea from the Dragon Country, so they have a hint of tea aroma.
Give it a try, they’re delicious.” “Well, it’s rare for Auntie to make pastries for me yourself.
Naturally, I must show some appreciation.” Loren nodded, popped the cookie into his mouth, and began to chew.
Watching him eat the cookie, a glimmer of secret delight flashed across Maeve’s face.
Right at that moment, Loren’s expression twisted violently.
He collapsed to the ground in agony, pointing a trembling finger at Maeve.
“You…
these cookies are poisoned?!”