Devoted Love:The Billionaire's Precious Wife-Chapter 711 - 712

Evening.

Eunice chimed in, "It’s such a lively day today. Why don’t we go out for dinner?"

"That sounds great. It’s been ages since I’ve had dinner with Grandma and Grandpa, and my uncles and aunts! I miss those old times."

Serena said this to let Rosemary know that for the past eighteen years, it was she, Serena, who had been there for the Collins family!

Rosemary had no part in that!

"No problem." Rosemary seemed unfazed, her expression steady throughout.

"Fantastic! I was just thinking it would be nice for the family to go out for a meal together! Eunice, you read my mind." Belinda happily linked arms with her daughter-in-law and asked, "So, which restaurant shall we go to?"

"It’s got to be one of our own, of course." Eunice’s smile was radiant and beautiful. "The service is impeccable, the ingredients are fresh, and it suits your tastes perfectly."

Belinda beamed. "My daughter-in-law always knows the best."

Just then, a servant came forward to report, "Sir, someone outside asked me to give this to you."

Everyone’s attention turned to the servant, who presented a beautifully crafted wooden box the size of a laptop. The intricate patterns carved on the box suggested it was quite valuable.

Darren opened it to find a thick stack of property deeds, land titles, keys, and other such items. There was also a letter.

The Letter:

"Darren, by the time you read this letter, we will have moved away from Dawnstar. Enclosed are our letters of resignation, which have been processed through the company’s system and stamped officially. We are no longer part of the group.

We are too ashamed to face you and can only apologize in this way—sorry, Darren, for sparing our lives.

We voluntarily give up our monthly company dividends.

In the last few days, we have sold all our shops, houses, antiques, paintings, jewelry, and other valuables at a discount. The money earned should barely cover our basic needs, and the rest of our assets, which we couldn’t sell in time, have been transferred to your name, Darren, for you to deal with as you see fit.

With deep regret and shame, we once again apologize—sorry, Darren. No words can express our remorse, but we still want to say sorry. We were wrong. We wish you and your family prosperity and a soaring future.

—Your unworthy brothers."

The letter ended with the signatures of the brothers. Darren, with mixed emotions, handed the letter to Belinda and then said, "Rose, come with me."

In the garden.

Darren composed himself, his gaze softening as he looked at Rosemary.

"You’ve been back in the family for half a year now. I have been wanting to give you a welcome gift, but we’ve never gotten around to it. Everything in this wooden box is a token of my affection, and you must accept it."

Rosemary opened the box to see dozens of property deeds and land titles, even car keys—an astonishing amount.

"Tomorrow, you’ll accompany me to transfer the titles. All of this will be in your name, including the monthly dividends from those scoundrels. They will all be yours from now on."

"It’s too much. I can’t accept it," Rosemary pushed the box back without hesitation, earnestly saying, "Grandma has already given me plenty of shares and deposits."

"That’s what your grandmother gave you. These are my wishes. If you don’t accept them, it’s like you favor your grandmother over me," Darren insisted as he pushed the box back into her hands. His voice was filled with affection. "Take it back to your room for now. Later, we’ll all go out for a meal. If it weren’t for you, well, I’d still be hovering at death’s door."

"Grandpa—"

"Enough, don’t you dare refuse! Otherwise, I will get mad. You know I haven’t fully recovered," Darren said, breaking into a feigned cough for emphasis.

But Rosemary was no fool. She could see right through his act.

"Your uncles have their own businesses. They’re set for life. When I pass on, everything will go to you. If you’re shying away from a small token now, what will you do later? Just hand it over to someone else?"

"Grandpa—"

"Our family owes you so much already. Consider this a chance for me to make it up to you."

Darren said this and coughed deliberately once more, waving his hands dismissively. "No more talk. I’m out of breath. I need to go in and rest."

Holding the wooden box in her arms, Rosemary watched her grandfather’s retreating figure, filled with a mix of amusement and affection.

"I’ve caught wind that Calvin and Arlen are selling their properties, some at half price, just to gather more cash to take with them."

Eunice had long been aware of their intentions, speaking coolly, "Because Dad gave them only two days, they’re rushing to liquidate. They need a buyer to pay in full, immediately transfer the money into their accounts. I applied some pressure, so no one dared buy their stuff. Then I got some people to push down their prices even further. In the end, I bought the two most valuable mansions and a string of shops in the town center at a bargain. The rest, if they couldn’t sell, would have to be put under Dad’s name when the time was up."

On hearing this, Serena realized that the wooden box, which Grandpa had insisted Rosemary take in the garden, contained the unsold houses, shop keys, and luxury car keys of her relatives.

A wave of jealousy surged through Serena’s heart!

They had already rewarded Rosemary with close to ten million dollars—wasn’t that enough? And now she was getting more?

What about her?

Did she get anything?

Didn’t anyone care about how she felt?

At that moment, watching Rosemary carry the wooden box upstairs, Serena felt a murderous jealousy. Even though her grandparents had just proclaimed fairness in front of everyone, their favoritism was now blatantly obvious!

"Serena, Serena? Are you listening to me?"

Eunice’s voice snapped Serena back to reality, and she offered a strained smile. "Aunt Eunice, what were you saying?"

"Go upstairs and change. I bought some new clothes for your grandma, take her to try them on. We’ll meet in the living room in about half an hour."

"Okay."

Serena couldn’t remember how she made it back to her room, only that she had passed by Rosemary’s room and noticed it was larger and more beautiful than hers.

Maybe it was the sting of pride that led her to take out her phone and dial a familiar number almost subconsciously.

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