Heart Hunting

Chapter 107

Bryant suddenly comes to the cemetery on conscience. Noomy has passed away for more than ten

years, and he came here less than five times. The most recent was five years ago when Poppy left for

the United States.

When the car enters the cemetery, he passes a black Audi, in which Poppy sits. But they don’t notice

each other and just come across.

After getting out of the car with a bunch of lilies, Bryant comes to her tomb. The gardener, who is

behind him, sees how clean the tombstone is and asks, "Sir, it’s so clean. Do I still need to clean it?”

Bryant takes a look at confusion. Noomy’s parents died long ago and she didn’t have any siblings. Who

will come to visit her and clean the tomb?

After the gardener leaves, he squats down to study the fresh white lilies.

Lilies were her favorite flower when she was alive, which few people know. The flowers are so fresh,

which means the sender just left. Who knows her death anniversary, cleans the tomb, and brings her

favorite flowers?

His heart thumps with an ashen look and a face comes to his mind.

Poppy!

No one would do so many things for Noomy, expect Poppy!

Bryant puts down the flowers he bought. He looks at the picture on the tombstone, which records her

beauty forever, and the lilies nearby, feeling his heart aches. It is obviously a hot season with the

dazzling sun, but he still has a cold sweat.

Just in a few minutes, he leaves immediately and trips accidentally in a rush. Shuddering, the man

looks back at the photo. The gorgeous smile on it suddenly looks gloomy. He kicks the grass away and

hurries back to the car.

Bryant takes out his phone and calls the assistant immediately. "Mr. Green!”

"Go to the passport office and check if Poppy goes back to China at all costs.”

"Yes!”

Putting down the phone, he looks pale and his temples thump crazily. His hands are still shivering, with

a racing heart.

On the other hand, Poppy is gloomy every year on this day. She looks forward with frustration. How

can this world be so unfair? Good people don’t receive rewards, while those who have sins can have a

wonderful life. Probably it is fate?

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A glimmer of hope sparks in her eyes. She doesn’t believe in fate, but her efforts.

The melodious ringing sound breaks the gloomy atmosphere. It is from the little old lady. Poppy

answers the call after she calms down.

"Hello!”

"Poppy, will it interrupt you?” Mrs. Murphy’s light voice comes.

"No. What is it?” She slows down and waits patiently.

"I made soup. Come and eat it. You must be busy recently with a big case, but you can’t always work

overtime. Your health matters.”

Mrs. Murphy’s concerned words warm her heart like spring water. Poppy can’t help but soften her tone.

"I get it.”

"Your stomach isn’t good. You need to take care of it. Let me take you to see an experienced Chinese

doctor another day and take some medicine.”

"Wait until I finish this case!” Now, her focus is on the yacht case.

"Alright. Come here after work!”

After hanging up the call, Poppy looks at her watch. It is alright five o’clock, thus she directly drives to

the Honey Lake.

Her vision is a little bit blurry. It turns out that her eyes are blinded by tears.

Poppy furrows slightly and suppresses the intense emotion in her heart. She has to say that she feels

the long-lost maternal love when she with the little old lady these days. Mrs. Murphy, innocent and kind,

is like a small sun, bringing lights everywhere she goes.

But can her gloomy heart really accept this beam of light?

In the Honey Lake, Poppy finally arrives at the Murphy House before sunset with a bunch of lilies in her

hand. When she just reaches the gate, Mrs. Murphy welcomes her with a big smile. "Poppy, you’re

here.”

The old lady loves Poppy more, with more look. What kind of woman can give birth to such a beautiful

girl?

"Mrs. Murphy, this is for you.” The white lilies were her late mother’s favorite, which means elegance

and purity. She thinks Mrs. Murphy is that kind of person.

"Wow, how beautiful they are. Daisey put them on a vase.” Mrs. Murphy calls Daisey with joy.

"Yes, Mrs. Murphy!” The maid takes the flowers away, while Poppy and Mrs. Murphy enter the house

together. Kenny, who is walking downstairs, teases deliberately, "You start to bribe your future mother-

in-law now?”

Poppy answers coldly, "Don’t think highly of you. I like Mrs. Murphy, not you.”

Hearing her word, Murphy feels shy and delighted. "Kenny, see? Your mom is more attractive than you.

You need to reflect on yourself.”

He looks at Poppy, but she ignores him on purpose and moves to the dining room with Mrs. Murphy.

Mrs. Murphy is still murmuring. "Poppy, I made black-bone chicken soup with canton love-pee vine,

which is suitable to eat in summer. It can drive off the spleen and relieve your stomach. Drink more

later.”

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In a meal for three people, Mrs. Murphy puts food on Poppy’s bowl frequently. "This is your favorite

braised pork. Enjoy more. And try this fish…”

Kenny is like an outsider, almost unable to get involved in their conversation.

Finally, his mother stops talking, and he thus cuts in, "When will the court begin?”

Poppy pauses. "Two p.m. the day after tomorrow.”

Mrs. Murphy’s eyes light up immediately. "The court? Is it the case of Gilbert Company?”

Kenny frowns. "Mom, what do you want to do?”

"I want to audit it.” Mrs. Murphy giggles. She loves getting involved. Besides, she’s also curious about

Poppy’s performance in court.

"You’re too boring. You can’t go to that occasion.” Kenny is afraid that she will affect Poppy.

"I haven’t been to court yet. Why can I go there? My son, I’ll be there to cheer for Poppy!” Mrs. Murphy

looks at Poppy instead. "Poppy, please let me go.”

Poppy thinks it is fine. "OK.”

Mrs. Murphy stares at her son triumphantly, as if she is saying, "See? Poppy lets me go!”

Kenny chuckles. Sometimes, he really thinks his mother is like a child. He looks at Poppy again. "When

are you so intimate? She calls you sweetly all the time.”

In the end, his words sound weird. Mrs. Murphy glares at him. "You silly boy, are you still jealous of

your mother? We have a harmonious relationship. Isn’t it good?”

Her words make sense, and he is speechless for a while. Poppy deliberately puts a piece of broccoli to

Mrs. Murphy. "Mrs. Murphy, it’s tasty. Try this!”

After enjoying it, she remarks deliberately, "The meal is cooked by Daisey, slightly worse than me!”

Poppy follows her. "Yeah, yours is better.”

Mrs. Murphy feels delighted. Watching her gloating look, Poppy raises her mouth corner. Mrs. Murphy

is so cute!