I Returned to the Day He Brought His First Love Home-Chapter 133: An Agreement Reached

"Let me discuss this with my family." Grace Winslow didn’t agree right away, pulling Irene Lynch and Gregory Winslow aside to talk.

The two men on the other side glanced at Grace’s family and conferred in low voices. "Do you think they’ll agree? Over three thousand is no small sum."

"Don’t worry, they’ll definitely agree. I can tell they’re serious about buying a house. Your kid is so sick, and you’re in a hurry to get money for treatment at the hospital. If they think the price is too high, I bet they’d still agree to three thousand," Andrew Aldridge whispered, keeping his voice down as he discussed it with the other man.

The man sighed, his face gaunt. "Xiaoya’s illness can definitely be cured. Even if I have to sell everything I own, I won’t give up on her."

Andrew Aldridge patted his shoulder but said nothing.

After discussing it, Grace and Irene decided to take the house.

The location was quite good. It wasn’t very far from Crestwood University—only about a twenty-minute walk.

Nowadays, university students were generally assigned dormitories. Grace would usually live at school and only come back on weekends. Even coming home for lunch occasionally wouldn’t be a long trip.

The price of thirty-three hundred was within their acceptable range.

"Sir..." Grace began hesitantly, looking at the anxious-faced middle-aged man.

"My surname is Colton. Have you made a decision?" Quentin Colton rubbed his hands together nervously, his gaze fixed intently on Grace.

Grace nodded. "We have. We’re very serious about buying this house, but we were wondering..."

"I’m sorry, I probably can’t give you much of a discount on the price. I’m in a rush for the money. Otherwise, if I took my time selling this house, it would definitely go for more than thirty-three hundred," Quentin Colton explained anxiously.

Andrew Aldridge clapped him on the shoulder and explained to Grace with a smile, "Comrade Winslow, it’s like this. Comrade Colton’s child is sick, and he’s in a hurry to get money for treatment. That’s why he’s selling the house at such a low price."

"You see, this house isn’t far from Crestwood University, and the surrounding elementary and middle schools are all well-established. It’s convenient to get to the park, the department store—anywhere, really."

"Buying it at this price, you’re getting a huge bargain."

"How about this: I’ll take a smaller commission, and you don’t haggle any further. Is that okay?"

Grace was taken aback by Andrew Aldridge’s words.

’I didn’t expect Andrew Aldridge to be so kind-hearted.’

She had originally wanted to see if she could push the price down a little more. But since the other party was in a difficult situation, and she wasn’t a callous person, she said, "Alright. Thirty-three hundred it is. You don’t need to reduce your commission, either. If it weren’t for you, we wouldn’t have found a house so easily."

"Can you help with the transfer procedures later? I’m starting school soon, and my parents aren’t very familiar with the area."

"No problem. I’ll help with all the transfer procedures. Don’t you worry," Andrew Aldridge assured her, patting his chest.

Quentin Colton also let out a sigh of relief.

"You’re a student at Crestwood University?" he asked, looking at Grace.

Grace had been taking good care of herself lately. With her fair skin and delicate features, she looked no older than eighteen or nineteen; you couldn’t tell at all that she was already twenty-three.

Grace nodded. "Yes, I just got into Crestwood University. I’ll be in the foreign languages department."

"What a coincidence," Quentin Colton said with a small smile.

He was in a hurry to get to the hospital to care for his child and didn’t have time to say more. He handed his documents to Andrew Aldridge to handle the transfer and left in a rush.

"I’ll go get the transfer process started for you. Let’s meet at the housing authority office at three this afternoon to get the deed finalized." Andrew Aldridge organized the documents in his hand, confirmed everything needed was there, and then said his goodbyes to Grace and her family.

Having bought the house, Grace finally breathed a sigh of relief.

She was now a homeowner.

’This feels like a dream.’

She couldn’t help but pinch herself. Ouch. ’It’s not a dream.’

"So this is our home from now on? A lot of things are gone, but we can just add them back bit by bit."

"But if we’re going to open a shop, where will we put it? We can’t just run it out of the house, can we?" Irene Lynch said, looking around. The house wasn’t suitable for a storefront.

Besides, it was in a residential area, not on a main street. Even if they did set something up, they might not get any business.

"Let’s not rush. We can ask that Comrade Andrew Aldridge later. Since he’s a real estate agent, he must have connections. He might be able to recommend a good storefront for us."

"There’s no need to rush into opening a shop. For now, Mom, you can experiment at home, figure out what kinds of food to make. You can give some to the neighbors to get to know people and do a little advertising at the same time," Grace advised, holding Irene Lynch’s hand.

Irene Lynch thought that made sense.

If she opened a shop right away, she wouldn’t even know what to make.

And even after buying a storefront, you couldn’t just open for business immediately. It would probably need renovations.

Although the deed hadn’t been transferred yet, the house already felt like it belonged to Grace and her family.

So that very day, they went back to the guest house, checked out, and moved all their things over.

Quentin Colton had been living here before, and while a lot of furniture was missing, the basic necessities like beds were still there.

The mahogany beds looked quite old; it was hard to say when they were from.

Grace didn’t know much about such things.

Irene Lynch looked at the beds, which seemed to be of decent quality. She hesitated for a moment before speaking. "Back home, the custom is that when you buy a house, you don’t keep the old owner’s beds. You’re supposed to buy new ones. But these beds look pretty new, so maybe..."

"Mom, if there’s a custom, then let’s follow it. We spent a lot less on the house than we budgeted and have plenty left over. Buying some new furniture won’t cost much. Let’s not jinx ourselves," Grace said, shaking her head in refusal.

Irene Lynch thought about it and agreed.

But the beds in the room were very heavy. Irene Lynch and Gregory Winslow couldn’t lift them on their own.

Grace found that strange. ’For the beds to be so heavy, the wood must be of excellent quality.’

’It might not be worth much now, but in a few years, old pieces like this could sell for a good price.’

’In any case, the house is big enough. We could use a room as storage for all this old furniture. It would be great if we could sell it later on.’

She shared her idea with Gregory Winslow and Irene Lynch, and neither of them had any objections.

But the beds were simply too heavy to move; they would have to find someone to help.

Shortly before three in the afternoon, Andrew Aldridge arrived. With him was a young man in a leather jacket and sunglasses.

The man looked to be about twenty-five or twenty-six and was dressed very stylishly.

Grace looked at him with curiosity and subconsciously glanced at Andrew Aldridge.

Andrew Aldridge quickly made the introduction. "This is my boss, Sean York. He came today to help with the transfer. He’s more familiar with these procedures."

Grace was a little surprised. The economy had only just begun to open up, yet this Sean York had already seized the opportunity to get into the real estate business?

’This man must be something else.’