Chapter 546

Ross insisted, and Danielle didn’t argue. She leaned in and kissed him. “Okay. I’ll listen to you. You’re not going to work today?” she asked.

“I’m taking the day off,” Ross replied. “Thought I’d spend it with you.”

Danielle smiled. “I feel like seeing a movie.”

“Sure,” Ross said, “I’ll grab us tickets in a bit.”

The soup Ross made wasn’t bad at all. It was rich, aromatic, and actually pretty tasty.

Danielle had burned through plenty of energy last night and was already feeling hungry. She ended up having two full bowls.

After finishing her soup, she went upstairs to pick out an outfit, wash her face, and put on some makeup before heading out with Ross.

Meanwhile, back at the York residence…

Ever since Owen resumed command of York Group, his workload had piled up. Even with Logan’s help, it felt like the paperwork never ended. His face was permanently scrunched in frustration.

After having enjoyed a leisurely, semi-retired life, he had no desire to be dragged back into the grind. Yet here he was, two years deep, running the company again. He hadn’t had time to raise chickens or ducks in forever.

What weighed on him even more was the uncertainty around when Joshua and Sheary would return.

He was terrified of dying before his family made it home.

“Mr. York, these documents still need your signature,” Logan reminded him, watching Owen visibly contemplate rebellion.

Owen glanced over, lips twitching, and grumbled, “I’m done. My back’s killing me. I’m going out for a walk.”

“If it really gets too much,” Logan offered, “we could bring Victor and Jack back to help run the group.”

Owen scoffed. “I’d love that. But they’ve never touched York Group’s business. If we throw them into this mess, they’ll be eaten alive by those old snakes circling the boardroom.”

Fair enough.

Victor and Jack never had a head for business. They weren’t like Joshua. When he was active in the corporate world, he was a force of nature. Ruthless, sharp, and feared by many.

As he spoke, Owen grabbed a jacket and stepped outside.

It had been two years. Even the chickens he used to raise were getting old.

Seeing his flock of free-range chickens stirred something in him. Owen stood there, visibly heartbroken.

As he wallowed in sentimental grief, a sudden gust of wind whipped through the yard. The chickens scattered in a frenzy, squawking and flapping wildly. The plants nearby twisted and bent under the violent breeze.

Then came a deafening boom.

The ground trembled like an earthquake, and Owen nearly lost his balance.

Right in front of him, a gleaming silver mecha descended from the sky, landing with astonishing force.

He stood there, stunned, unable to process what he was seeing. It was just too surreal.

And then he saw the familiar silhouettes stepping out from the cockpit.

In the next moment, a flash of white light blinked across the lawn, and the mecha vanished.

Owen stared blankly, still trying to understand what had just happened.

It was Logan who snapped first, face twitching with excitement. “Mr. York, it’s Joshua and Shermaine. They’re back!”

Only then did it register. This wasn’t a dream. His grandson, Joshua, and his granddaughter-in-law, Shermaine, were really here.

‘Wait a second,’ Owen told himself.

Shermaine was holding something. No, someone. It was a baby, an absolutely adorable, round-cheeked, and delicate baby.

‘Is that… my great-granddaughter? Oh my God,’ he exclaimed inwardly.

Owen was overwhelmed. His back pain? Gone. He rushed toward Shermaine and the baby with surprising speed.

In no time, he was standing in front of her.

Shermaine smiled. “Mr. York, we’re home.”

Owen’s voice trembled. “And this is…”

Shermaine beamed. “This is your great-granddaughter, Gracie.”

‘She really is,’ Owen thought.

Owen couldn’t contain his joy. He reached out instinctively, and Shermaine gently passed Gracie into his arms.

As soon as he held her and felt her warm little body, Owen lit up with a wide, beaming smile.

Gracie didn’t cry. She was calm and well-behaved.

Joshua, who had been ignored entirely, raised an eyebrow, thinking, ‘Yeah, I figured. The second he saw us, all his attention would go straight to Gracie.”