At the Mullers’ villa in Italee. Connor was perched in a wheelchair, staring blankly at the phone after he was hung up on. There was a murky look in his eyes as he sighed dejectedly. After putting away the phone, he wheeled himself to the window and stared at the peach grove in the backyard. A dull look was written across his face. What if he had truly made a mistake? All he wanted was to save Mable from getting hurt. Anyway, the Fowlers were full of problematic folks! If Blair truly loved Mable, why would he have hurt her feelings so much in the first place? Connor once promised Mable that he would protect her. Things turned out contrary to his expectations. Mable hated him and even Jeremiah had to suffer for it. Connor sighed deeply, his eyes sorrowful. “Sir, surely the young lady would not do anything to Mr. Jeremiah, will she?” The butler asked with concern. He had been serving the Mullers for decades and watched Jeremiah grow up into an adult. As Connor’s
Adam adjusted his glasses and suddenly asked, “Rorr, when did you fall for Mabes?” Rory turned to him with a snap and flashed a grin. “It was… I don't remember at this point. My other side was stupid enough to treat her as family. He always wanted to get closer to her but was too afraid to. There were so many times when he was so upset with Mable but was too soft-hearted to hurt her. Frankly, I can’t stand the sight of it anymore. Mable is just an ungrateful brat. Tell me, how is Blair any better than me?” “I don’t think it’s fair to make comparisons.” Adam expressed with a sigh, “Rorr and Mabes have known each other for more than a decade. They are not family but somehow closer than family can be. Mabes has always been very fond of Rorr. If it wasn’t for all those things that happened later on, she would continue regarding him the same way. I know Mabes enough to say that the reason she cut things off with you is not because she fell for Blair.” Rory squinted viciously and ca
Paul laughed roaringly in a very sarcastic way, “Ha! You must be trying to screw with me, Adam. It’s already kind enough of me not to try to get revenge on him out of respect for Mable. How can you suggest that I help him?” Adam pleaded, “I know you have always hated him because of what happened to Coral, but…” “Shut your mouth!” Paul roared angrily and continued in a voice filled with spite, “Coral is my sister and was just as close with you over the years. She thought of you as her brother. It was Rory who got her killed, but here you are, speaking up for his murderer. How could you do this to her?!” Adam sighed, “I always thought of her as my sister as well.” “You don't have the right to say that!” Paul snarled viciously. “Paul, please calm down and listen to what I have to say.” Adam sat on the couch and pressed a finger against his throbbing temples. He had promised Rory he would take this secret to the grave. However, it now seemed like an apt time to tell Pa
At the time, Adam was inside the car only a couple hundred meters away from them. He had not chased after Coral because he wanted to give Rory some space to talk to her in hopes that he would be able to talk some sense into her. If he had been with Coral, perhaps Coral would not have died.He slumped onto the couch and spoke in a raspy voice, “This is the truth behind her death.” After that, Paul stayed silent for what seemed like an eternity. The only sound coming from the other end of the phone was his heavy breathing. Then, Adam started again, “What I’m saying is that it was not Rorr's alter ego that killed Coral. It was Coral's death that crushed him so much that his alter ego managed to take over. It was only when Mable returned to the castle and offered him some comfort that he managed to return to normal. “Coral's death may have left a mark on you, but what makes you think it did not leave a mark in Rorr? He has been living with guilt all these years and never tried
In Richworth. Blair's treatment was progressing without any hiccups. With Mable by his side, he was in a much better mood. It was aiding with the timeline of his recovery. After a week passed, he was ready to have the stitches removed. Mable had spoken to Wilbur beforehand. They concluded that Blair could be discharged from the hospital and head home for the rest of his recovery. There was a trained medical team at the villa. Furthermore, Wilbur would be showing up for routine inspections every other day. On the day that the stitches were set to be removed, Mable sat next to Blair and watched. She felt the urge to cry when she saw the wounds riddled across Blair’s body. More than a couple of wounds on his body required heavy stitches, with the most significant one of them being the gunshot wound he sustained to the left chest. As the doctor skillfully attended to Blair, Mable’s eyes started to fray with red. Then, she felt someone holding her hand. It was Blair,
It was a rather ideal spot for a surveillance camera since it offered a good view of the entire room. “When did you install it?” “A long time ago.” A thought suddenly flashed across Mable’s head. She blushed softly while muttering, “That means you could see everything.” Sometimes, she would get changed right next to the bed to save the hassle of having to go into the dresser. He… Blair took Mable's hand and gently kissed her lips. His tone dropped to a low and gentle drawl, “Nothing I haven’t seen before.” Mable cheeks grew redder. Blair pulled at her arm to settle her on his lap. “Don't worry. I’m the only one who has access to the surveillance camera in the bedroom.” Mable was not surprised. She knew Blair would not give anyone else access. “Don’t.” She was worried about hurting Blair’s leg and was hesitant to sit on top of his lap. She got up and bent over next to him so their eyes were level. Mable chuckled softly and suddenly, her voice took on a se
Mable was originally planning to lie down with Blair for a while until he fell asleep. Then, she would check on the children. Who would have thought it would turn out like this? After she stepped out of the bathroom and got changed. She noticed Blair sitting up in bed, staring at her with a snarky smile. “Quit smiling at me!” Mable blushed and became flustered. Blair gestured for her to approach. Mable shot him a glare but approached nonetheless. Blair gently took her hand and took his time kissing every single finger before stating sincerely, “Mabes, we’re a married couple. There’s no need to be shy about doing it.” He was right that Mable was very embarrassed. She wanted to find a hole to hide in. Still, she was very content. She withdrew her hand and helped Blair settle into the blankets before telling him, “Hurry up and get some rest. I’ll wake you up in forty minutes.” A forty-minute nap was plenty. She was worried Blair would have trouble sleeping
Mable smiled and gestured to Aunt Grace with a nod. “Go on.” Then, she went to see Spike, only to find he was not in his bedroom. The housemaid informed her that Spike was in the media room. So, Mable headed upstairs and found Spike watching an international hacker tournament. He was very focused on the screen and hardly noticed Mable stepping inside. He was even taking notes on his computer while watching, his expression very serious. Mable watched for a moment before drawing closer to him and sat down. “Mommy?” Spike noticed her at last. “Weren’t you with Daddy?” “Daddy is taking a nap.” Mable rested a hand on Spike's shoulder and gently ruffled his hair. “Mummy has been in the hospital lately and hasn’t been paying too much attention to your kids. Are you angry at me?” “Of course not.” Spike assured her before asking, “Is Daddy’s leg going to get better?” Mable nodded confidently. “Of course it is, don't worry.” "That’s great.” Spike paused for a mom