Chapter 1253 Meeting Her Grandfather
As the sun set behind the Whitman residence, the Frendan–style door creaked open to reveal a cozy study.
Exotic decorations aligned neatly on the embroidered tablecloth, and the wall lights were ingeniously arranged in various corners.
Yet, all Wynter could sense was the air of lethargy that enveloped the room. Despite the faint aroma of rose lingering, the poor air circulation had left the room feeling musty and uncomfortable.
Suddenly, Wynter heard a violent cough that left the person gasping for air. Clearly, their respiratory systems had been infected.
Wynter doubted she could manage an examination on Reuben, her grandfather whom she had never met.
Once a powerful and influential figure in the business community, he was reduced to a sickly old man dependent on others‘ care.
Wynter knew she needed to check Reuben’s pulse before determining his fate.
She had left Wolf behind, fearing his hostile aura would worsen Reuben’s health. Plus, she
could tell that Reuben had been suffering from his illness for a long time.
While cancer itself wasn’t the most frightening aspect, its potential to spread and
metastasize was concerning.
At the sound of the movement, Reuben forcibly suppressed his coughs and inquired, ”
What’s the matter?”
“The doctor is here for your routine checkup, Mr. Reuben. They’ll also be refilling the medications for your nebulizer,” Jesslyn replied respectfully. Her conduct remained impeccably professional in front of her employer.
Unbeknownst to Jesslyn, Wynter had secretly examined her as well. However, she found no traces of suspicious fragrances and medications on Jesslyn.
In other words, Reuben’s illness had been building up inside him for some time.
Though Reuben was gasping for breaths, his presence remained as intimidating as ever. Send Dr. Harper in. I’ve been feeling extremely uncomfortable today,” he instructed.
When Wynter entered the study, she found a white–haired elderly man seated in an antique chair. Dressed in a shirt with suspenders, he rested an arm on the table for support.
With a quill in hand, Reuben seemed to be practicing calligraphy. Despite his physical frailty, his haggard face reflected a profound solemnity.
Reuben was momentarily stunned upon seeing Wynter entering. Their gazes met, and an
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Dressed in a beautiful evening gown, Yvette gracefully held her wine glass and replied, Thank you for the kind words, but I believe it’s more than I deserve. Consider my advice a gesture of my appreciation.”
Noting her indifferent tone and calm countenance, the guests couldn’t help but praise Yvette’s poise in the face of flattery and wealth. Clearly, she was someone destined for greatness.
At that moment, the guests‘ admiration toward Yvette only deepened.
Little did they know that Yvette was secretly elated.
Back in Kingbourne, Wynter always thwarted her attempts to showcase her brilliance. However, she was now a different person–she could finally perform divination in Hawford!
Upon learning that Wynter had arrived in Hawford, Yvette vowed to make her pay for the suffering and humiliation she caused.
She was determined to give Wynter a taste of her own medicine, and she would address her with the utmost respect.