Despite her confusion, Lady Wilson understood that overthinking wouldn’t help her at the moment. She had already entered the other party’s car, so it was wiser to remain calm and wait to see what they intended.


    Her instincts reassured her; although the individual seemed somewhat enigmatic, he posed no threat to her.


    After all, she was quite impoverished and owned nothing of value. It seemed unlikely that someone would go to such lengths just to harm her.


    With this thought, Lady Wilson sighed in relief.


    She sat quietly in the car, anticipating the intentions of her mysteriouspanion.<h3 style="background-color:DodgerBlue">


    The two Rolls-Royce vehicles made their way straight to Aurous Airport, where the Webb family’s private jet was already stationed in a small hangar.


    This was the same jet that had transported Hannah to Southaven the previous night.


    By early morning, the private jet had departed Southaven once more, en route to Aurous Hill to collect the Wilson family.


    When Lady Wilson spotted the private jet, she was taken aback, momentarily speechless.


    If the Rolls-Royce was merely a luxury item for the affluent, then owning a private jet indicated extreme wealth.


    Such a private jet typically cost between two hundred and three hundred million dors.


    Furthermore, purchasing a private jet involved more than just the initial cost; one also needed to hire a crew, including pilots, mechanics, and support staff.


    The upkeep of an aircraft was exorbitant, not to mention the expenses associated with hangar storage and airport takeoff andnding fees.


    Owning a private jet was akin to acquiring a money-burning machine.


    Seeing the private jet made Lady Wilson realize there must be a powerful family backing this venture.<fn25f3> For original chapters go to find{n}ovel</fn25f3>


    The Rolls-Royce came to a halt beside the private jet, and Lady Wilson stepped out with her granddaughter, Wendy.


    Wendy stood mesmerized by the jet when suddenly a familiar figure burst through the door!


    “Grandma! Wendy!”


    Upon hearing the voice, they both looked up to see Harold emerging from the private jet!


    Filled with excitement, Lady Wilson eximed, “Harold, what are you doing here? Where is your father?”


    “Mom!”


    As soon as Lady Wilson spoke, her eldest son, Christopher, stepped out from the private jet as well.


    Lady Wilson’s heart swelled with joy, but a tinge of worry crept in as she noticed how much weight her son and grandson had lost.


    In the past, Lady Wilson had been self-absorbed, caring little for anyone but herself.


    However, seeing her son and grandson after their time in the detention center brought a stark realization: family bonds run deep.


    Witnessing her eldest son, now with graying hair and looking years older, filled her with sorrow. He had once been vibrant and healthy, but now his skin appeared dull, and he was noticeably thinner.


    In contrast, Lady Wilson herself had not endured much hardship during her time in detention. She had even had the opportunity to torment ine, so she still looked well and hadn’t lost weight.


    At that moment, Harold and Christopher rushed to Lady Wilson. Overwhelmed with emotion, she wept as she embraced her son and grandson.