Billionaire's Regret: Losing Me And Our Son - Chapter 223: Chapter 223

After some thought, I said, "I can introduce you to Miss Vance, though I can't guarantee she'll agree."
"Awesome, thanks, Natalia!" Lindsey beamed, her smile bright as sunshine.
Lindsey's straightforward way of speaking was nothing like her parents, Joseph and Tina.
Now I suddenly understood why Quinn had once said it was actually a good thing that Lindsey grew up abroad, away from her parents.
"By the way, Natalia, if you don't mind, I'd love to design a special outfit just for you myself," Lindsey suddenly said, eyeing me up and down with an appraising look. "You've got an amazing figure, but your current style is way too understated—it doesn't do justice to your natural elegance."
Feeling a bit flustered by her enthusiasm, I couldn't help but smile awkwardly and say, "You're too kind, but please don't go to so much trouble for me..."
Before I could finish speaking, a sudden commotion erupted in the ancestral home.
Lindsey and I instinctively turned toward the house at the same time. A moment later, I caught a glimpse of Georgia's figure inside.
My heart skipped a beat as I muttered under my breath, "Looks like Aunt Georgia's here."
After I finished speaking, I looked up at Lindsey, half-expecting to see some change in her expression.
To my surprise, Lindsey only hesitated for a brief moment before breaking into a sunny laugh. "Let's head inside! It's been ages since I last saw Aunt Georgia."
Lindsey was quicker than me, striding briskly into the house.
In the living room stood Georgia, clad in a sleek black trench coat and bold crimson lips, radiating an intimidating aura that commanded attention.
Her face icy, Georgia stood rigidly in the center of the living room, Hermès handbag in hand, her sharp gaze sweeping across everyone present.
"Georgia, you're finally here! We were starting to think you were boycotting the family gathering again," Tina said with a strained smile, being the first to break the awkward silence.
Georgia fixed Tina with a piercing glare and sneered, "My darling niece has returned home—how could I possibly miss such a joyous occasion?"
"Hello, Aunt Georgia!" Lindsey had already returned to the living room. Spotting Georgia, she greeted her with a bright smile and said sweetly, "After all these years, you're just as radiant and elegant as I remember."
I was astonished—Lindsey remained remarkably composed, even when facing someone who harbored such deep-seated hatred for her.
Honestly, wasn't I worried that saying something like that might set off Georgia, who's always been so touchy and quick-tempered?
As expected, Georgia's expression suddenly turned grim, as if she were struggling to suppress the anger within her. She fixed her gaze on Lindsey for a long moment, then, quite unexpectedly, broke into a chilling smile.
"Excellent! You truly are the model daughter your father raised—a perfect embodiment of the Madden family spirit." Georgia flashed a cold smile, then reached into her Hermès bag, pulled out an envelope, and handed it to Lindsey. "Take this—a little token of affection from your dear aunt."
Everyone was stunned by Georgia's unexpected actions. The room fell silent as they stood frozen, watching the tense exchange between the two women.
Lindsey was taken aback. "Aunt Georgia, you're too generous! If anything, I should be the one showing my respect to you..."
"Is that so?" Georgia cut her off, narrowing her eyes with a predatory gleam. "How perfect—I was just about to ask you to design an outfit for me."
"Sure!" Lindsey's eyes lit up with enthusiasm. "Is it for you, Aunt Georgia? Any special requirements?"
"It's not for me—it's for your cousin," Georgia said with a sinister smile, fixing her gaze on Lindsey. "Next month, on the third, is your cousin's eighteenth death anniversary. Since you're back, why not make him a burial suit as a birthday gift? After all, you killed him with your own hands!"