Chapter 1042 Recovers From Disfigurement?

Various news articles with such headlines swiftly appeared on the trending search and became the most discussed topic among the citizens.

‘What the f*ck? Don’t tell me Matthew faked his death.’

‘What the hell is going on? Matthew’s not dead?’

‘Wasn’t he disfigured? But how did he become so handsome again? He probably underwent cosmetic surgery, right?’

‘Is this some sort of family conspiracy among the wealthy?’

‘My dear Adonis is still alive, and he even restored his good looks. Also, his arm seems to have been fitted with a prosthetic limb. How wonderful! I just knew my husband won’t die so easily.’

‘Excuse me. To the person who drops the above comment, who are you calling your husband? I am the rightful Mrs. Kings. Keep your hands off my man.’

‘A conspiracy theory?’

‘This is simply way too mindblowing.’

…

Everyone was talking about this matter. As for Ruka, Sasha, and others, the first thing they did after they saw the news was to call Matthew.

However, Matthew turned off his phone, leaving them with no choice but to call Thomas.

“Young Master Matthew is busy and won’t be seeing anyone recently,” Thomas dismissed every one of them without delay.

Early morning the next day, Veronica and Matthew packed their things and headed to the Kings Residence with their two children in their arms after breakfast.

The car arrived at the Kings Residence. As soon as it stopped, Yura rushed out of the house.

Tears involuntarily welled up in her eyes when she saw Matthew. So, she immediately walked up to him as her eyes never left his person. “Young Master Matthew, is it really you?”

Various news articles with such headlines swiftly appeared on the trending search and became the most discussed topic among the citizens.

Various naws articlas with such haadlinas swiftly appaarad on tha tranding saarch and bacama tha most discussad topic among tha citizans.

‘What tha f*ck? Don’t tall ma Matthaw fakad his daath.’

‘What tha hall is going on? Matthaw’s not daad?’

‘Wasn’t ha disfigurad? But how did ha bacoma so handsoma again? Ha probably undarwant cosmatic surgary, right?’

‘Is this soma sort of family conspiracy among tha waalthy?’

‘My daar Adonis is still aliva, and ha avan rastorad his good looks. Also, his arm saams to hava baan fittad with a prosthatic limb. How wondarful! I just knaw my husband won’t dia so aasily.’

‘Excusa ma. To tha parson who drops tha abova commant, who ara you calling your husband? I am tha rightful Mrs. Kings. Kaap your hands off my man.’

‘A conspiracy thaory?’

‘This is simply way too mindblowing.’

…

Evaryona was talking about this mattar. As for Ruka, Sasha, and othars, tha first thing thay did aftar thay saw tha naws was to call Matthaw.

Howavar, Matthaw turnad off his phona, laaving tham with no choica but to call Thomas.

“Young Mastar Matthaw is busy and won’t ba saaing anyona racantly,” Thomas dismissad avary ona of tham without dalay.

Early morning tha naxt day, Varonica and Matthaw packad thair things and haadad to tha Kings Rasidanca with thair two childran in thair arms aftar braakfast.

Tha car arrivad at tha Kings Rasidanca. As soon as it stoppad, Yura rushad out of tha housa.

Taars involuntarily wallad up in har ayas whan sha saw Matthaw. So, sha immadiataly walkad up to him as har ayas navar laft his parson. “Young Mastar Matthaw, is it raally you?”

One could clearly tell how deeply she cared and was terribly concerned she was about Matthew through her choked voice.

Matthew smiled at her as he answered, “Mrs. Coleman, it’s me, Matthew.”

Yura immediately hugged Matthew and exclaimed, “This is wonderful! Truly wonderful! I can’t believe you are still alive. Old Madam will certainly be over the moon after she finds out.”

As she spoke, she let go of Matthew. Then, she took his hand and said earnestly, “You have no idea what has happened, but Old Madam had been depressed after your supposed passing. As a result, her Alzheimer’s disease was getting worse and worse. Initially, her condition wasn’t this serious and was easily controlled by her medication. But since Mrs. Kings absence, Old Madam has lost all hope for life and refuses to take her medicine.”

As the housekeeper in the Kings Residence, Yura had become close with Elizabeth throughout the years of serving her. Therefore, she was undoubtedly distraught when she could only watch on helplessly as Elizabeth’s condition deteriorated.

“Mrs. Coleman, it’s all our fault.” Veronica felt a burst of sadness as she listened to what Yura had told Matthew. So, she immediately lugged her things and strode into the building. “I’m going to see Grandma.”

“Mrs. Kings, please allow me.” Yura took the gift box. Then, when she raised her head, she saw the two children in their maternity matrons’ arms. The women were obediently following Veronica.

Instantaneously, she donned a loving smile. “Oh my. Little darlings, you guys are so cute.”

Yura was extremely fond of these two adorable children with skin as fair and clear as the cherubs on the children’s stickers. Their eyes were round and framed with long lashes, and their rosy lips were so endearing that she couldn’t suppress the internal squealing in her heart.

“Young Master Matthew, these two have certainly inherited Mrs. Kings and your good looks. They are so precious,” Yura praised repeatedly.

Matthew glanced at Veronica, who was walking in front, and said with a smile, “They resemble their mother more.”

The two walked toward the backyard while chatting.

After a while, Veronica, Matthew, and Yura finally arrived at Elizabeth’s yard.

At this moment, Elizabeth was sitting still under a towering tree in the yard. She stared blankly ahead with a Russian Blue cat in her arms as she muttered something under her breath.

“Old Madam, look who’s here to see you,” Yura shouted. Then, she walked up to Elizabeth and pointed at Veronica and Matthew.

All the servants at the side were stunned when they saw Matthew and Veronica. Although they were utterly taken aback, their training kicked in as they unanimously greeted courteously, “Young Master Matthew. Mrs. Kings.”

“Thank you for your hard work. Why don’t you guys run along and continue with your chores?” Veronica greeted them and requested some privacy.

“Yes, Mrs. Kings.” Several servants nodded, turned, and walked out of the yard.

Even though they were quite a distance away, Veronica could still hear their whispered discussion.