My Billionaire Mom

Chapter 297

The more Yvette thought about it, the more nervous she became. "I'd better go online and do some research again on what to do next," Yvette thought to herself. After all, she had no prior experience in this situation.

As she picked up her phone and was about to click the search button, a notification popped out on the screen. It showed one unread message. She hesitated for a moment but her fingers subconsciously clicked into the message.

It was a photo. Yvette was overwhelmed then she tried to zoom into the pic with her trembling fingers. It was a photo of a woman holding a baby. There were tears on the woman's face and her eyes were filled with reluctant and unwillingness.

After she saw the picture, she paused for more than ten seconds. She had no memory of this baby but the woman seemed very familiar, based on her instincts.

The person in the photo looked a lot like Yvette, it could even be said that they looked like twins. "This picture seemed like it was taken a long time ago. Is this woman my mother?"

It had to be! This type of photo could only be from twenty or thirty years ago and she had no memory of holding this baby before. Plus, it couldn't be photoshopped.

She was very sure of that.

Yvette took a quick look at the phone number. It was the old man's number. "What's going on? How did he know my mother?" Yvette wondered.

Yvette froze and dialed the number.

Soon, Levi answered the phone.

"The person in the photo..." Yvette felt so nervous. She grew up with huge insecurities because she didn't have parents. She always assumed that it was either they had passed away or they chose to abandon her.

She tried to be optimistic about it by thinking that she was abandoned and her parents were still alive.

But now, she saw the photo, so... Material © of NôvelDrama.Org.

"It's your mother," Levi answered.

Yvette trembled as she asked, "She is? Then, where is my mother now?"

She felt that her heart was about to stop beating. It had been 25 years, just as she was about to leave this in the past, she found news about her parents.

"Your mother is still alive, but your father had passed away," he sighed.

Yvette's tears flowed down her cheeks, asking, "Who are you?"

"I am your father's dad, your grandfather. Your mother is with me now. She misses you very much," Levi replied.

Yvette froze. "Grandpa? How could my own grandfather put me in so much torture? How could this be?" She thought in disbelief.

Yvette was in agony. How did her father die? When did it happen?

"Why did you do all this to me? Why?" Yvette asked him. She felt betrayed. The pain of betrayal was killing her.

"To train you. To strengthen your skills. It is in your blood. My son is a master of fighting, and so are you. I had seen great potential in you. You will be an excellent master of fighting, just like your father," Levi said. He had seen Yvette's growth. Her strength would be comparable to Karen's in no time.

Yvette shook her head, "No, I don't want to be a master of fighting. I just want to be with my husband, have children with him, and have a life together."

"Shut up! Do you know how your father died? Also, your mother is here waiting for you! Come and find me, I'll tell you everything!" The old man cried out.

He then hung up the phone, and Yvette was left in a daze. Then, she quickly wiped her tears dry as Chuck walked out from the bathroom. He walked over to her feeling nervous but filled with anticipation.

"Honey," he called her. When he was taking a bath, he had fantasized about how Yvette would take care of him.

When he thought of her shy expression, he got excited.

"Hubby, I.. I'm sorry. I'm not in the mood today. I'm sorry." At this time, Yvette's mind was filled with her parents. How could she have any other thoughts?

Chuck smiled and said, "It's okay, Honey. You're tired. Let's go to bed early."

Of course, Chuck was disappointed, but he could tell that Yvette was not interested. How could he force her to do it?

Luckily, he could sleep with Yvette in his arms. He felt satisfied and lost the thought of doing it. He fell asleep very quickly. Yvette's eyes were opened the whole time. She turned on her mobile phone carefully to look at the photo.

She freed herself from Chuck's embrace and kissed him. "Hubby, I'm sorry. I'll be back soon, either tomorrow or the day after," she whispered to him.

Yvette stood up and opened the door quietly. Chuck, who was asleep, didn't hear a sound. But Willa heard it because she couldn't sleep the whole time. When she heard the sound, she opened her eyes in suspicion.

Yvette was about to head out, but Willa opened the door and walked out of her room.

Willa saw the look in Yvette's eyes and realized that she must have found out about something. However, she did not point it out and acted normal. "Are you heading out at this hour?" Willa asked.

"I'm sorry about what happened last night. I didn't know," Yvette was sincerely apologizing for hurting Willa's arm the night before.

"It's okay. Did you tell Chucky that you're going out?" Willa was worried. Chuck would be anxious if Yvette disappeared again.

"No, but I'll call him tomorrow morning. I should be back soon," Yvette said. She thought that she could come back soon after she figured out how her father had passed away and after she saw her mother.

Willa sighed in her heart. It was not possible for Yvette to come back in one or two days. If she discovered that her father had died in Karen's hands, would she still come back?

Willa could not think about anything else but felt sorry for Chuck. If Chuck knew that Yvette might kill Karen one day, how would he react?

"Please take care of my husband for me," Yvette said.

"Alright," Willa replied.

Yvette left the house and Willa was silent. She really wanted to keep Yvette here. After all, it was easy for her to keep Yvette. But how? And what reason could she use? It was cruel to hide Yvette from the truth this whole time.

Willa sighed and went to Chuck's room. She opened the door and saw Chuck sleeping soundly, but his quilt was kicked away from him.

"Why can't you sleep properly? What if you catch a cold? How uncomfortable must that be?" Willa chuckled at the sight and walked in, covering Chuck with the quilt. But Chuck was having a dream. He took Willa's hand and muttered, "Honey, kiss me."

He pulled on Willa's arm, and she felt embarrassed. "Let go of me, Chucky. Be a good boy."

Willa struggled lightly and patted Chuck's chest, making him sleep even more soundly. He let go of her eventually, and Willa breathed a sigh of relief. She then walked out of the room.

Yvette went to the roadside and took a taxi to her destination. She called Levi, and he told her what to do. When she arrived at the place, a car was parked by the roadside. Yvette opened the car door and went in. Then, she drove to the place that the old man had mentioned.

Soon, she had arrived.

It was in front of a hidden house, and Yvette knew that Levi was a very cautious person. She opened the door and entered. When she saw the old man, she didn't know how to feel. The man was her grandfather, but he had tortured her for so long.

Yvette's heart was filled with hatred, but at this time, how could she be angry with him?

"Grandpa, where is my mother?" Yvette asked. She came over to look for her, but her mother wasn't here.

"Your mother is abroad. If you want to see her, you must go abroad and find her." Levi did not hide this from her. It was true.

She was in the United States.

"How did my father die?" Yvette sighed with sadness.

"Your father died terribly. He was tortured to death. He started off his life in the United States and did a lot of business. His business was so successful that others were envious and jealous of him. Therefore, some people used dirty means to attack him. They caught your father and forced him to hand over all of the company's money. Your father did as they wished, but he was still tortured to death," Levi sighed once he finished explaining. His eyes were red with tears. He was full of hatred and sorrow. His body trembled and his face was ferocious and scary.

When Yvette heard this, the coldness and cruelty in her eyes reappeared. "Who? Who killed my father?"

At this time, Yvette's whole body was as cold as ice.

"Do you really want to know?" The old man asked.

"Yes, I haven't met my father but I must make whoever it was that had hurt him pay! I want this person to suffer much more pain than my father did!" Yvette bellowed coldly. She definitely wanted to do this. She could have had a beautiful childhood and a happy family, but it was destroyed by this person. If she didn't kill this person, she couldn't have peace of mind.

"Well, let me tell you this, you have seen this person before. He is your so-called husband's mother, Karen Lee!" Levi said with a voice filled with resentment.

"What? Grandpa, what did you say?" Yvette was in stupefied upon hearing him.