The Windfalls of Love novel Chapter 270

Butler Zoey wheeled in a two-tiered trolley.

The first tier was filled with various gold, silver, and gemstone ornaments, all gifts for the baby girl.

A dazzling array of beautifully boxed gifts.

The second tier was even more valuable.

A thick stack of property deeds, various legally binding documents, and a detailed list for Roxanne to clearly identify all the properties gifted to the baby.

A skyscraper in the center of the city’s financial district.

A luxury office building in the upscale area of the high-tech zone.

309 retail spaces in the tech hub of Austin, Texas.

Fifteen villas in the exclusive Seraphim Haven.

A picturesque estate in the Hamptons.

Shares and futures, government bonds, various securities, six bank cards, each with its associated number and password.

The property list alone was five pages long.

It was too much to remember just with the mind.

"Roxanne, look carefully. Don't forget about these properties left for my granddaughter. All these skyscrapers, offices and shops are rented out. You just have to collect the rent. These are left for you, and for my little granddaughter."

When they broke up, Harrison gave her a skyscraper.

Just by collecting rent, she was making hundreds of millions a month.

She had already become a wealthy woman.

If she accepted these massive properties from Vincent, there wouldn't be many wealthy people in Seraphim Haven who could compare with her.

She couldn't accept.

She refused on the spot.

Vincent, who had been rejected by her before, had anticipated this.

"Roxanne, it's no use refusing. I've already given these properties to you and my granddaughter. The deed of gift has legal effect. Whether you accept it or not, it's yours now."

"Dad." Roxanne tried to explain, "I brought the baby to see you today, not to ask for these."

"I know. But who else should I leave all these properties to if not you and the baby?"

"Well, I thank you on behalf of the baby."

"Look at you, saying such formal things."

At this point, the baby, in Vincent's arms, began to cry.

Her wails were loud.

With her little hands and feet moving about, she looked so pitiful.

Vincent gently touched her little hand, "Why are you crying, darling? Did grandpa scare you?"

"Dad. Let me hold her." Roxanne reached out, "She might be hungry. She needs to be fed every two hours."

"Where's the formula? I'll make it." Vincent wanted to do something for his granddaughter.

Roxanne laughed, "Dad, she's breastfed. I'll take her inside to feed her."

The baby was back in Roxanne's arms.

Perhaps sensing her mother's milk, she stopped crying immediately.

But her little mouth kept moving, as if searching for milk.

Roxanne held her and went into a room to feed her.

Outside the villa, a Rolls-Royce was parked.

Harrison got out of the car, looking travel-weary as he strode into the villa.

He saw Vincent and Zoey in the living room.

But there was no sign of Roxanne.

Harrison's face fell slightly.

"Dad, where are Roxanne and the baby?"

Vincent replied, "Inside, feeding the baby."

Ah!

This young couple, how did they end up like this?

Vincent worried, "Roxanne hasn't given the baby a proper name yet, she probably wants you to do it."

He had thought of names long ago.

For a boy, for a girl, he had filled several pages.

He looked at Roxanne's handbag on the couch.

Inside were baby bottles, formula, diapers, various baby items.

Harrison's eyes softened, filled with the softest and tenderest warmth in the world.

This softness was probably what they called fatherly love.

But as if remembering something, Harrison furrowed his brows.

He looked at the guest room not far away.