What a time to be a royal fanatic…
Throughout history, there have been countless well-publicized royal scandals. At various times, the British monarchy’s ongoings have dominated media headlines and sent the people into a frenzy.
Undoubtedly, the current situation is one of the most alluring. In addition to capturing the public’s attention since January with the story of Kate Middleton’s miraculous recovery from an unexplained abdominal operation, King Charles was also sh.ocked when he discovered he had cancer. Not to mention the ongoing scandal surrounding Meghan Markle and Prince Harry
In most other decades, the media’s main focus would have been on the reigning monarch’s battle with cancer. Thus, it says volumes that all other subjects have been essentially driven into the background by the whirlwind of rumors surrounding Kate.
One could claim that the royal family is solely to blame for the extraordinary attention paid to Kate’s recuperation. Apart from stating in January that the Princess of Wales was having a “planned abdominal procedure” and that she wouldn’t be able to return to work until after Easter, the Palace has been so frugal with its updates that they have provoked suspicion.
The public is still unaware of the exact condition Kate was experiencing that necessitated surgery. The fact that Kate hadn’t been seen since Christmas until last week added to the confusion.
With if the lack of hard data had heated up conjecture to the breaking point, the scandal surrounding the picture of Kate with her kids that was made public in the UK on Mother’s Day shook things up so much that conspiracy theories gained attention from people all over the world.
One of the most widely discussed theories was that Kate and Prince William were going through marital problems, which had forced Kate to step back from the spotlight until a resolution could be reached.
We wouldn’t be doing our jobs properly at this time if we didn’t emphasize that there is still no solid evidence to support any and all rumors that William and Kate’s romance is in trouble. Nevertheless, the subject has drawn enough interest from the public to prove that they are, at the very least, quite curious.
The central issue behind the alleged marital discord between William and Kate is the suspicion that William had an affair with Rose Hanbury, the Marchioness of Cholmondeley.
Rose and her spouse, David Rocksavage, the 7th Marquess of Cholmondeley, are said to have been part of William and Kate’s social circle for a while. Once upon a time, the always trustworthy Sun newspaper attempted to dispel rumors that Kate and Rose were having a falling out, which led to a considerable number of people believing Rose and William’s affair was the reason.
And it appears that the scandal is still blazing, even after The Sun revealed the aforementioned details around five years ago.
Amidst the media frenzy to discover Kate Middleton’s whereabouts last week, numerous pieces were written on Rose. Some news sites even faced accusations of “soft-launching” the Marchioness to set the stage for when her rumored affair with William became public knowledge.
Naturally, the ludicrous rumors seem to be exactly that—ludicrous. Nevertheless, Rose Hanbury was troubled enough to come out of her silence and assertively refute the existence of any affair.
Business Insider reportedly contacted Rose’s attorneys this past weekend to request a statement. “The rumors are completely false,” was the response they received.
Millionaire Finds Out His Daughter and Four Grandchildren Have Been Living in a Car for Years
A woman who was kicked out by her rich father at sixteen for taking up with a poor man ends up living on the streets with her four children after her husband died.
Steve Walton was far from thrilled when his butler told him that Pastor Morris was waiting to see him. He was tired after a long flight from Singapore and in no mood for the man’s lectures or pleas for support for the community.
He had the pastor shown in and waved an impatient hand at his greeting. “Get on with it, man!” he snapped. “What is it that you want this time?”
“Mr. Walton, I saw Susan,” the pastor said quietly, and Steve’s heart nearly stopped. His only daughter had left his house nearly fifteen years before, never to be seen again…
“Susan?” Steve cried anxiously. “Where? When? How is she?”
“I was in Los Angeles, helping out a friend who has a mission among the homeless and that’s where I saw her,” the pastor said.
“She was a volunteer? Did you tell her I’ve been looking for her?” asked Steve.
“No,” Pastor Morris said gently. “She wasn’t a volunteer, Mr. Walton. She’s homeless. She and her children are living in a car.”
Steve found himself so dizzy he had to sit down. “Homeless? My Susan? Children?” he gasped.
“I’m afraid so,” the pastor said. “And she wouldn’t even listen to me when I told her to come home.”
“But why?” asked Steve angrily. “She’s not with that loser anymore, is she?”
“Her husband passed away three years ago, Mr. Walton,” the pastor explained. “And she told me she wouldn’t bring her children into a house where their father is despised.”
Steve Walton felt that old familiar wave of rage sweep through him. Fifteen years later, Susan was still defying him! He remembered the scene in his study, and Susan’s steady eyes looking into his as he ranted.
“Pregnant at sixteen, and by the GARDNER!” he’d screamed. “Well, we are going to have THAT taken care of, and HE’S fired! You will never see that man again!”
“THAT is my baby, daddy,” Susan had said in a tremulous voice. “And HE is the man I love. I’m going to marry him.”
“You marry that man and you’re on your own, Susan, do you hear?” Steve shouted furiously. “No more money, nothing! You marry him and you get out of my house!”
Susan had looked at him with tears in her eyes. “I love you, daddy,” she’d said. Then she turned around and walked away. Even though Steve had set detectives to find her, no one had been able to trace her.
“How many children?” he asked Pastor Morris.
“Four,” the pastor said. “Three girls and a boy. Beautiful children.”
Steve picked up his phone and spat out orders for his plane to be readied. “Pastor, would you come with me to Los Angeles, take me to my little girl?” he asked quietly.
The pastor nodded, and within two hours, the two men were on board Steve’s private jet winging their way south. There was a limo waiting for them, and the pastor directed them to a parking lot outside a large mall.
At the furthest end of the lot, a pickup truck was parked, with a tent set up at the back. Pastor Morris had told Steve that when Susan’s husband died in a work accident, the insurance company had refused to pay out and the bank foreclosed on the mortgage.
Susan had piled the children and their few belongings into the old pickup. She worked at the mall as a cleaner. She and the children used the mall’s facilities and bought whatever was leftover at the restaurants at the end of the night.
Still, she had managed to keep the four children fed, clean, and in school. As the two men approached the truck, they heard cheerful voices and laughter. Then two children tumbled out of the back.
The biggest girl, about fourteen, was laughing as she tickled a boy of about seven. The children stopped and gaped at Steve and Pastor Morris. “Mom!” the girl yelled. “That old preacher friend of yours is here!”
A well-remembered voice asked from inside the tent, “Preacher Morris?” Then Susan climbed out and Steve could see the shock in her face when she saw him standing next to the pastor.
“Daddy?” she asked, and her eyes filled with tears.
Steve was shocked. His daughter was barely thirty-one, but she looked much older. Her face was worn and lined with worry and suffering, her hands coarsened by hard work.
“Susan,” Steve cried. “Look at you! Look at what HE did to my princess! I wanted so much for you! And you married that loser! What could he give you? Poverty?”
Susan shook her head and said, “He loved me, daddy, and he gave me 4 beautiful children. He died, and I had nowhere to go, but I’ve done what I can for my children. I will always love the father of my children, daddy, just like I’ve always loved you.”
Steve found that he had tears running down his face. “Forgive me, Susan,” he sobbed. “Please forgive me. Come home, I want you all to come home with me. Let me help you take care of the children!”
Steve found himself holding his weeping daughter and knew that everything was going to be alright. Susan introduced him to his three granddaughters, then she placed her hand on the boy’s shoulder. “And this,” she smiled, “is little Stevie!”
“You named him after me?” Steve asked, astounded. “After what I did?”
“I love you, daddy,” she said softly. “Don’t you know that?”
That afternoon, they all flew home to Texas. It was the beginning of a better life for all of them.
What can we learn from this story?
Love and accept your children unconditionally. Steve was furious with Susan for loving a poor man and made the biggest mistake of his life by losing his daughter.
Don’t judge people for their wealth or influence. Steve hated his son-in-law because he was poor, but he was a loving husband to Susan and a dedicated dad.
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