Chapter 130: Pride

When Grey drove into the front yard, Beatrice was smiling. She was so happy and somehow, her lips were getting used to it.

Grey wondered what Beatrice must have gone through all the years, especially with the loss of her son. Nothing could replace his place in her heart but he would try his best. He owed her for keeping his mother's recipe saved anyways.

"I should hand over the box to you," Beatrice started.

Grey nodded briefly and assisted her with bags of clothes. "We will talk about the new company while at it."

Beatrice smiled. "I will make us something."

"Yes, change into something nice and make us something nice," Grey teased.

Beatrice laughed. " Now you have a sense of humor. You were always so serious then," she commented and took a bag of clothes before she walked inside.

Grey hesitated for a moment as the word sank in. He wondered if his mother knew that his father was a mafia Lord. He was so young, maybe that was why he didn't know about it.

Instead, he had almost hated his