Chapter 782


    Meanwhile, at the Riveras’ mansion.


    Benson Miller, the Riveras’ butler, stood by with the rest of the household staff at the mansion’s


    entrance, as per Cedric’s order.


    As soon as the car Corinne was in arrived, Benson quickly opened the door for her. “Wee, Miss


    Corinne. Mister Cedric is waiting for you inside,” he said with a bow. Corinne was speechless, to say


    the least. She was not used to this type of pompous affair.


    She followed Benson into the living room, and Cedric immediately put down his cup when he saw her.


    “Corinne, you’re finally here! Come, sit down, sit down,” he said happily.


    Corinne walked up to him and said politely, “Grandpa Cedric, there’s really no need for the household


    staff to put on such a wee. This is just an everyday social visit after all.” Although Cedric was a


    very kind old man, he seemed to just get even more stubborn with age. “Nonsense. It would be rude of


    me to put on anything less than that since you’re my savior. Come, Corinne, there’s no need to be shy.


    Come sit. Benson! Bring our guest some coffee.”


    “Yes, Mister Cedric,” said Benson. He immediately ordered one of the servants to bring Corinne some


    coffee.


    Corinne sat down on the sofa beside Cedric’s and thanked the servant who brought her the coffee.


    Cedric happily turned around and called out to the study on the first floor. “Beatrice! Corinne is here


    now. Come quick!”


    After a while, an olddy dressed in an elegant dress walked out of the study. “Corinne’s here?


    Where?”


    Cedric gestured at Corinne with his hand and introduced, “Here she is.”


    An electric shock coursed through Beatrice as soon as sheid eyes on Corinne. She stared at her,


    even when Corinne got up to greet her, “Hello, Grandma Beatrice.”


    Judging by her fading smile, Corinne started to feel ufortable by the way Beatrice stared at her.


    Seeing this, Cedric cleared his throat. “Ahem! Beatrice, stop staring at our guest like that. Where are


    your manners?”


    Beatrice snapped out of her trance and smiled awkwardly. “Oh, hello. You must be Corinne. My


    husband keeps talking about you.”


    “Yes, that’s me. Nice to meet you, Grandma Beatrice,” replied Corinne with a faint smile.


    Beatrice sat down next to Cedric. “Please have a seat, Corinne. Make yourself at home.”


    Corinne sat back down again. She picked up her coffee and took a sip while checking out Beatrice from


    the corner of her eyes.


    Although all of Beatrice’s hair had turned white, Corinne could tell she must have been a


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    beautiful woman in her younger days. She could also tell Cedric and Beatrice really loved each other


    front the way Cedric treated her with respect and gentleness.


    While Corinne studied Beatrice, the old woman gazed at her too. However, Corinne did it


    subtly, whereas Beatrice was openly staring straight at her.


    After looking Corinne up and down, left and right, before finally fixing her gaze on Corinne’s face,


    Beatrice said, “Corinne, thank you for saving my husband’s life. It’s not easy to find someone willing to


    lend a helping hand in this day and age.”