Chapter 232 Preparation

Bane thought for a moment, but said nothing more.

Just as they were about to say something, they heard a kindly voice.

"President Rohn, Mrs. Rohn."

Old Mrs. Reed had come to look for them when she was going to bring them in, but Brunan and Boone had beaten them to it.

She had to wait until they were gone before she came to talk.

"Old Mrs. Reed."

Bert had some respect for old Mrs. Reed.

Because this old man is also a legend in business.

The old lady was one of the few whom he respected.

Bane looked up to say hello, but the old lady had been staring at her for a long time.

Bane gave Bert a puzzled look, not knowing what to say for a moment.

"Well...Is it because I'm so scary that my lady is scared?"

"She asked Bert warily.

Bert, too, was puzzled by old Mrs. Reed's glance.

'Old Mrs Reed?

Old Mrs. Reed recovered a moment later, her eyes reddening, and she looked at Bane. "You...What do you call it?"

Ben was a little surprised, but he answered her carefully, because the old lady had always seemed kind to her.

Unconsciously, she softened her voice a little. "Mrs. Reed, MY name is Bane Reed."

Reed?

Same last name as her?

She was somewhat disappointed, however, that the man with Lafite did not seem to have that name.

But......

She felt exactly like Rafael and looked just like him.

It's just that this kid's gaze is more determined than Rafael's.

Raphael had always been gentle and timid, and it was for these reasons that she would never have let Raphael marry that man.

Because it's too far.

Can she how did not think, is because he did not agree, so timid Lafite, actually followed the man left.

This departure is more than twenty years.

Just thinking about it made her heart ache. She had been so good to that child, Rafael, and she did not know how well she had lived after she left.

Mrs. Reed, with an effort to recollected herself, said softly, "Your mother..."

Old Mrs. Reed did not want to let it go, though she thought it absolutely impossible.

Bert frowned a little, puzzled by the questions old Mrs. Reed had put him to today, but he had ideas of his own.

A flicker of doubt came into Bane's eyes.

But after a moment's hesitation, she tactfully replied, "My mother left when I was young."

Old Mrs. Reed paused, with a gleam of disappointment under her eyes, but she did not want to give up. "This may be presumptuous, but what was your mother's name?"

Bane hadn't expected her to ask this question, but before she died, her mother had said she didn't want her name known.

So she doesn't want to talk about it now.

'I'm sorry, Old Mrs. Reed, but my mother does not wish me to reveal her name.'

Old Mrs. Reed knew that she had been rude too many times today, and that it was a little awkward to ask further, but she...I really want to know.

"I'm sorry to have brought up your sorrow."

"It's all right."

Bane smiled gently and found an exit for himself.

Old Mrs. Reed, though surprised, did not ask any more questions, but she was not going to let it go. Bane and Lafayette were almost identical in their youth.

Besides, the child knew all the piano music lafite liked before, and even had the same habits. There must be some connection.

I'm sure she'll look into it.

"That......Can I call you Bane, too?Do you know how much you look like my daughter? When I look at you, I think of her...I really miss my daughter, who has been missing for more than 20 years."

Disappear?

There was a flash of surprise in Bane's eyes.

I don't know what she means by that.

Disappear?

But Bert knew that Old Mrs. Reed was talking about her daughter.

I just don't know why Old Mrs. Reed kept asking Bane that question.

But she did not drag Bane away. He had some confidence in old Mrs Reed's character, and she was so powerful that his proximity to her would have kept the others at bay.

"You can call me by my name. I'm sorry to remind you of your sorrow."

Old Mrs. Reed curled the corners of her mouth slightly, and she looked bane in the most satisfying way.

Bane was well dressed, gentle and polite, and she liked it all the time.

"And don't you call me Old Mrs Reed, either: it sounds strange, and I look at you very kindly: why don't you call me Granny?"

Bane looked at Bert doubtfully. They all said old Mrs. Reed was very decisive. People in the business were afraid of her, but she thought she was a kind old lady.

But at any rate, she had agreed that the old lady should not be offended.

So she nodded and said lovingly, "Grandma."

Bane wasn't trying to please the grandmother, and she wasn't being too cold.

This attitude made Old Mrs. Reed feel more comfortable.

Bert stood quietly behind Bane, looking at the weariness in her eyes, and stepped forward so she could lean against him.

Bane chuckled.

Old Mrs. Reed noticed Bert's movements with sharp eyes and a gleam of surprise in her eyes.

"You..."

"Grandma, don't tell anyone."

Bane blinked.

Her childishness made Old Mrs. Reed laugh, sincerely, as she had not laughed for a long time.

But not far away From The Scene of Blulan, silver teeth are broken, how could grandma and that bitch talk so happy?