Chapter 1179: Chapter 1179

Chapter 1179

Before heading upstairs for a shuteye, Grandpa Augustine handed a fancy box to Cornelia, “Nelly, when you first got hitched, I had no idea who you really were. Now that I know, I owe you a wedding gift”

“Thank you!” Cornelia gently weighed the box, feeling it was light as a feather, probably some kind of jewelry, “Grandpa Augustine, can! take a peek?”

Cornelia was itching to try on whatever Grandpa Augustine had gifted her.

Grandpa Augustine said. “Of course, it’s yours after all. Go ahead and take a look.”

With Grandpa Augustine’s go–ahead, Cornelia popped open the box. But instead of jewelry, it was filled with all sorts of documents. The one on top was a deed of property. Cornelia was utterly gobsmacked at the sight of it.

The deed wasn’t for a house, but an entire building, located smack in the middle of the capital’s bustling commercial area. If Cornelia wasn’t mistaken, this was the same building where she and Marcus had splurged on luxury goods during their first trip to the capital. She didn’t even dare to estimate the worth of the building.

Flipping through further, she found that Grandpa Augustine had also gifted her a hefty number of shares and funds. It was pretty much on par with Granny Luisa’s gift.

Feeling a bit overwhelmed, Cornelia hurriedly tried to give the box back to Grandpa Augustine, “This is all your hard–earned money. You shouldn’t give it to me. You should keep it for your retirement.”

Grandpa Augustine chuckled, “Nelly, do you really think this is all I’ve got? You think this little wealth is enough for me to retire?”

Cornelia was speechless. The value of the building alone was a king’s ransom. And Grandpa Augustine was saying it was just a drop in the bucket.

She had always thought the Duran family relied mainly on power, she had no idea Grandpa Augustine was loaded.

Maybe when someone’s status reached such a height, their way of making money was similar to Marcus, pulling in billions from a single venture.

A feat out of reach for the average Joe no matter how hard they toiled.

Grandpa Augustine handed the box back to Cornelia, “Just accept the gift I’m giving you.”

Cornelia could only take it, “Thank you, Grandpa Augustine!”

Grandpa Augustine said, “It’s late, you should hit the hay. Get a good night’s sleep and meet Marc in top form tomorrow.”

Cornelia said, “Alright, goodnight!”

“Goodnight!” As Grandpa Augustine watched Cornelia head upstairs, his gaze lingered on the stairs long after she was out of sight. He was thinking, if only he had found Silvia and Cornelia a little sooner, even just a couple of months earlier, then perhaps Silvia wouldn’t have passed away so soon.

Maybe, he could have spent his days with Silvia, doing exercises, taking walks, hearing her laughter. And hearing her call him softly, “Dear Augus.”

Silvia used to call Old Augustine Dear Augus. It was a term of endearment unique to her, and Augustine hadn’t heard it in years.

Yet in the quiet of the night, in his dreams, he could still hear her tenderly calling his name. Sometimes she would say she hated him. Sometimes she would say she missed him.