Chapter 265 She is Your Daughter-in-Law
[Oliver wore a mask just to hide his handsome face, right?]
[Hailey... No, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have mentioned that disgusting name.]
[The photos are blurry because of how handsome Oliver is!]
[Are there any media outlets brave enough to publish an HD photo of Oliver?]
[No, no one wants to be fired!]
[I really want to know Adrian’s thoughts at this moment! Hahaha!]
Some netizens also brought up the matter of Hailey trying to stab Natalie, which generated another wave of hate toward Hailey.
This time, the buzz online was overwhelming.
The most immediate consequence was the suspension of trading for stocks of the Windsor Group and the Harrington Group, which was forced to declare bankruptcy.
Oliver approached Natalie, intending to see what she was doing, but he was stunned by a comment on her phone.
[So here’s the question: how is someone like Natalie worthy of Oliver?]
This comment was quite popular.
"Natalie."
"Ah! What?" Natalie was taken aback by Oliver's sudden presence.
"Why are you looking at all these messy comments?”
Oliver took her phone and briefly looked at the comments.
Some alleged Natalie became his wife due to her beauty, some claimed she resorted to drugging and scheming, some praised her seduction skills, and there were even some who speculated that Natalie was in collusion with Henry.
“What kind of foolishness is this? Absolute rubbish!”
Oliver's expression turned grim and cold. It was as if he was the one maligned by the netizens. He immediately contacted Charles and instructed him to remove the comments.
"Oliver, let it go," Natalie said.
"Let it go?!" Oliver was irritated. "Did you drug me? Did you trick me? Utter nonsense!”
It was rare for the dignified and aloof Oliver Windsor to lose his composure like that.
When Natalie had been engrossed in the comments earlier, she had thought to herself, ‘I knew this would happen. I even foresaw some of these comments…’
“I actually knew this was going to happen since I met you and became aware of your identity,” Natalie remarked.
Oliver paused. "And?"
Natalie found it increasingly challenging to understand Oliver's words once again. She reflected for a moment and said, "Oliver, we can’t change our birth. The gap between us is undeniable. However, your excellence and abilities won’t make me retreat. I’ll say it again, I won’t leave you unless you abandon me first…”
Despite her words, she knew his excellence would always be a reminder that if she was not strong enough, she should at least guard her own heart.
Oliver gazed at Natalie intently. "Mrs. Windsor, you seemed quite timid earlier. I can’t see any signs of you not retreating…”
Oliver felt that those netizens had influenced Natalie! Is Natalie his wife or the spouse of those netizens?
Natalie looked at him silently, feeling slightly guilty because she was indeed affected by the comments earlier.
"Change your clothes. We’re going out,” Oliver said firmly.
“Huh? Where are we going?”
…
Oliver did not allow anyone to accompany them and opted to drive himself.
En route, Oliver stopped at a florist and purchased a large bouquet of lilies.
It was not until the Maybach arrived at the Windsor family mansion that Natalie began to vaguely guess their destination. She asked, "Are we visiting your mother?"
Oliver affirmed with a nod.
Upon their arrival at a man-made lake, where the car could proceed no further, they were required to continue on foot.
Oliver parked the Maybach at the side and held Natalie's left hand as they walked. She was holding the bouquet of flowers in her right hand. She fell into a momentary daze as she looked at their interlocked hands. It appeared he truly enjoyed holding her hand in this manner, eschewing the formalities typical of high society, where a lady would link arms with a gentleman. This manner of hand-holding resembled that of a young couple, making her heart as soft and sweet as a marshmallow.
As they passed a small church, Natalie asked, "Is that the location?"
Without halting, Oliver continued to hold her hand and advanced forward.
They proceeded another hundred meters before stopping.
"My mother rests here," Oliver remarked, glancing at the nearby church, "The Windsor family cemetery is in that direction. My mother disliked the atmosphere there. She was a woman of faith; hence I commissioned the construction of this church."
Beyond his mother’s dislike, Oliver deemed it a dishonor for his mother to be interred alongside certain individuals, such as Madison, who lay buried there, and Victoria, who would soon join, alongside Henry and Edwin in the future. Moreover, he surmised his mother would disdain the pomp, where the past was mourned and the future welcomed, her only company being the chill of the earth.
Victoria, Edwin, and the other illegitimate offspring were a disgusting sight. Although Hillary was of noble birth, she did not revel in flaunting her wealth, making the church a fitting choice for her final resting place.
Beyond the church lay a garden, barren in winter, yet one could envision the splendor of its blooms come spring. Hillary's grave was situated in this garden.
The tombstone bore a youthful image of Hillary, whose distinct features and serene gaze would captivate any onlooker. Oliver inherited a significant portion of his looks from his mother.
"Mom, I came to visit you," Oliver said softly.
Natalie placed the lilies before the tombstone, saying, "Nice to meet you, Mrs. Norton."
Oliver looked at Natalie unhappily.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” Natalie asked.
Oliver held Natalie’s hand again before he said to his mother, “Mom, this is your daughter-in-law. She’s clumsy with her words, and she’s not very smart. She still thinks she’s unmarried.”
Natalie was speechless, torn between irritation and amusement. In the end, she introduced herself again, saying, “Mom, I’m Natalie…”
With this, a satisfied expression appeared on Oliver’s face.
Oliver was usually taciturn; he was only talkative with Natalie. Even when he visited his mother previously, he did not have much to say. He would bring flowers and clean the tombstone quietly. However, today, he spoke more, primarily about Natalie.
With Hillary's early demise, Oliver had few chances to talk to his mother. In life, she devoted most of her energy and attention to Henry. In Oliver’s opinion, his mother would definitely blame him for Henry’s incarceration.
…
Just as they were about to drive the Maybach away from the Windsor family's mansion, Oliver ran into Edwin and several distant relatives from the Windsor family.
Edwin greeted Oliver confidently, “Oliver, how can you leave without so much as a word?”
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