The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart novel Chapter 1170

Twila was all smiles, her voice bubbling with excitement. "Mom, is that handsome guy getting married?"

Hestia's eyes lingered on the TV, a mix of emotions swirling within her. "Yes, he is."

"That guy's wife looks a lot like you, Mom." Twila snuggled closer, her innocent eyes wide. "But you're way prettier."

Hestia chuckled softly, her heart warmed by her daughter's words. "You sure know how to cheer me up."

Back in her youth, Hestia had indeed been a beauty - it was what caught Eltham's eye in the first place. But the years had taken their toll, carving lines of life's hardships deep into her face. Brittany, on the other hand, seemed to have been kissed by time, appearing even more graceful and composed at thirty-something than ever before.

Twila, however, wouldn’t have it any other way. "In my eyes, Mom, you're the most beautiful."

Hestia smiled, touched. "Oh, you—"

After Twila drifted off to sleep, Hestia tucked her in and stood up, only to be startled by a knock on the door.

Who could it be at this late hour? Nathan?

Approaching the door, she hesitated. "Who is it?"

"Ms. Bennett."

A deep voice replied, "It's me."

Realization struck Hestia like a cold wave as she opened the door, meeting the assistant's icy gaze. "Ms. Bennett, we need to talk."

Hestia stumbled backward, confusion written all over her face. "How did you know I was back?"

The assistant stepped inside the modest apartment. "We didn't, until today. His Highness was with Ms. Lynette for a prenatal appointment when he stumbled upon you."

Hestia shivered, a sense of dread washing over her. "I—"

"Ms. Bennett, let's cut to the chase," the assistant interrupted, his voice cold. "You went off the grid for eight years. Why come back now?"