The next day, Lucille woke up to Spencer reading documents on the couch once again. He was on break because of the holiday, yet he never seemed to be on a break. He was always in work mode. "Honey," Lucille called. Spencer quickly set his documents aside and walked toward her. He was in casual clothes instead of a suit. "Are you not worried that Mack, Kent, or Seamus might switch jobs?" Lucille suddenly asked as Spencer helped her sit up. He helped tidy her slightly messy hair, tucking the ones around her cheeks behind her ears. "Huh?" Spencer was confused. "You're on break, yet you're still working. Don't they have to work overtime with you too?" Lucille asked. Spencer chuckled. "No one can afford them. Their pay is way too high." Lucille was speechless. "Are you flaunting that you're rich?" Spencer raised a brow as he stared at Lucille's groggy eyes and asked, "Am I not?" Lucille couldn't refute that. After Spencer carried Lucille to freshen up, Mack returned
Everyone fell silent. Spencer sighed. "The food you want to eat is too heavy for you. They're not good for your recovery." James had been about to scold Spencer for mistreating Lucille. But after hearing that it would be bad for her recovery, he instead said, "Lucy, how about we listen to what the brat said and eat something light for now? Once you recover, I'll have our chef cook you something nice every day." Seth quickly added, "Oh, Grandpa, who needs our family's chef when we have one right here? I'm sure Lucy prefers having Spence cook for her more than the chef!" James agreed. "Yes, that's right! Once you've recovered, I'll have Spencer cook whatever you want to eat every day. And tell me if he doesn't cook for you. I've got your back and will scold him!" The chef, Spencer, was speechless. James felt like he had missed something. He mulled over it for a moment before he remembered what it was. "Oh, yeah, Lucy," James said. "When he cooks you something nice, please t
If that was the case, Lucille could just settle her score with someone else instead. After all, there was no way she'd let anyone who'd been involved in this get away scot-free.Connor left after a while. Before he left, Spencer invited him to the reunion dinner at Layton Manor, knowing he wouldn't be returning to his side of the family. "Sure. Now if you'll excuse me." As Connor walked through the door, he turned around and said, "Oh, by the way, Spence, I assume Uncle Tucker will find out that Taylor's missing very soon. I'm sure he'll look for you about it." But Spencer wasn't afraid of Tucker. He nodded and replied, "Okay, got it." "I've got to go now." Connor said to Lucille, "Goodbye, Lucille."Lucille nodded. "Goodbye." "Honey, are we going home for the reunion dinner tomorrow?" Lucille asked Spencer.Spencer asked in return, "Do you want to go?" "Can I?" "Let's talk about it later." Spencer didn't immediately agree to Lucille. After all, it had only been two days
On the eve of Connection Day, a local holiday where families gathered to celebrate their bonds and support each other through monetary gestures, Lucille was on bed rest, receiving her IV fluids.Although she hadn't been one to look forward to a lively holiday like this one, when she would usually just have dinner with Marie and spend the rest of the occasion alone, she knew she couldn't spend a minute more in the hospital.It was dreadful and boring, and her intense desire to move around made her depressed yet frustrated. As she peered at the falling snow outside the window, she yearned to be a bird, soaring freely in the wintry sky.Spencer returned to the ward briefly after he left. It was cold and snowing outside, and he felt the chill seep into his bones. Once he entered the room, he removed his jacket and waited for his body to warm up before approaching Lucille.He had long noticed Lucille's forlornness the moment he'd stepped in."What's wrong?" He stroked her hair. "Do you
"They normally visit me during most of the holidays. It's just that something came up this year, and they couldn't make it."Hearing how content Harper sounded without a hint of complaint made Eunice think of her parents for some reason. Perhaps they were the only people who could offer her unconditional love.At that thought, she realized how unfilial she had been. Her parents, Winona Abbey and Carson, had only had two daughters—her and Sage. After Sage's passing, Eunice had disregarded their advice and ended up getting entangled with Ian.For five years, she'd dreaded contacting them, let alone visiting them. She feared seeing the look of sadness and disappointment on their faces. For five years, her world had revolved around only one person, yet she'd never managed to win his heart.Every year, during the holiday season, every house would be filled with noise and laughter, festive lights, and decorations. Yet, she'd spent it alone in Windvale Villa. Even the housekeepers would
"How likeable was she?" Ian continued asking."How likeable…" Nate murmured and tried to recall. "Well, both guys and girls adored her. She had a gazillion of admirers back then, but—""But what?" Ian turned his head slightly to stare at him."She rejected all their advances, saying she was already committed to someone and that she'd only marry that person."Ian's heart sank. Eunice had had someone in mind back then. Who was it?"Who was he?""I don't know. You can ask Bailey about that. That brat has more information than I do." Nate passed the baton to his sister. In the meantime, Bailey secretly went to collect something from Creekside Villas and left. By the time she arrived at Moore Manor, it was 6:00 pm.She grabbed the exquisite bag from her passenger seat and dashed straight to Marcus' study, ignoring Ian on the couch.Noticing her sneaky and frantic actions, Ian narrowed his eyes and caught a detail on the bag she was holding. The illustration and signature on the ba
"You'd better answer me unless you want to go on refinement training after the holidays," Ian added coldly."Please don't, Mr. Moore," Wesley replied quickly."Then, tell me!""Well, it is indeed a private kitchen, but the owner is…"Wesley had no choice this time. He'd been able to cover up the truth when Ian had been out of the loop, but that wasn't the case anymore.He gritted his teeth, saying, "Mrs. Moore."Ian was stunned. Although he had suspected it, he couldn't contain his shock upon confirming it.After confessing, Wesley received nothing but a prolonged silence from Ian. The call remained connected, and he dared not end it either. After some time, he finally heard Ian's voice. "Why didn't you tell me earlier?"Wesley was aggrieved. "Mrs. Moore didn't let me. She said you wouldn't eat her cooking. To prevent wasting food, she told me to cover up the truth."After another brief silence, Ian announced, "Say goodbye to your bonus for next year."Wesley's chest tighte
Since Spencer would reimburse the money for Lucille, she had a fun time sending everyone cash gifts that year. Similarly, those who received her generous gifts were shocked and wondered whether her account had been hacked.Lying idly on the couch, Corey heard a notification ring from his phone and received a message, noting that an amount had been transferred to his bank account. When he expanded the message, he cussed out loud by instinct."Am I hallucinating?" Corey mumbled, then counted the number of zeros in the amount. After doing so, he cursed in his head again, "The fuck? Did that brat finally come to her senses? Or was her account hacked?"As such, he opened WhatsApp, tapped into his chat with "Lucy the Brat", and gave her a call. However, it was declined after a beep. He went to his contact list and called her number, but the result was the same.Left with no choice, he sent her a voice message. "Hey, brat. Has your bank account been hacked?"After a while, he received a