Marriage was no trivial matter. Although Mable wanted to get married to Blair as soon as possible, she was afraid the hastiness would make her grandfather unhappy. Blair realized now he was thoughtless. Ralph had reservations about him, to begin with. Ralph would have a problem if he were to marry Mable without seeking his approval. After much thought, Blair nodded and said, “Okay. I’ll make preparations and ask for your hand in marriage from your grandfather.” They had only gotten their marriage licenses the last time. There was no wedding, no guests, no reception, or even a party. Blair could not put her through that again. Mable smiled at Blair. “Brace yourself, dear. Grandpa was fine with us dating, but he might not approve of our marriage.” She paused before saying with a smile, “But I will be there to help you. If that doesn’t work, we’ll elope.” Blair shuffled her hair. “Don’t worry. I will convince Ralph.” He knew Mable was only kidding about eloping. Ralph wa
Meanwhile, Mable went to the police station to give her statement about the day before and retrieve her phone.The police officer mentioned that it was not the bank robbers’ first rodeo. Their MO was similar to an armored truck robbery more than ten years ago. They were likely the same group of people. The police were on the case and issued a lucrative reward to the public for any clues leading to the arrest of the perpetrators.After leaving the police station, Mable gave Rahman a call. Mable got the contact number of the drug seller from Anthony’s phone yesterday. However, she ran into some trouble before getting in touch with Rahman. Once the call went through, Mable told Rahman, “I’ve sent you the contact number. Get started on the job right away.” Rahman replied, “That’s quick. Okay. I’ll get right to it.” Mable said, “If you can’t be certain that Formula 73 is with him, don’t spook him off just yet.” “Got it.” Mable hung up and returned to the villa with Tracey.
“He’s a friend.” Mable raised her brow, surprised to learn that the guy was Blair’s friend. How did they know each other? “Why did he meet with you?” Mable asked casually. Blair paused. “For business.” Mable frowned as the man was always in his lab, researching mental illnesses. When was he ever involved in business? It appeared she needed a talk with him. Blair glanced at the kitchen and reminded her, “Mabes, I can feel something burning in the kitchen.” “Oh, no! My fish!” Snapping out of her thoughts, Mable rushed to the kitchen. … Paul would be staying in Richworth for a few more days. When Kyle took him out for dinner, he probed for why Mable was at Blair’s house. He was shocked to learn that Mable and Blair were dating. Since Blair was with Mable, there was no need for Paul to come all the way to help Blair. Mable had the medical skills to help him.Perhaps Blair had not told Mable about his illness. Most likely, Mable would not be with Blair if she we
Mable read the news article when she was struck by a thought. She asked Rory on the other end, “Spikeman? Is he one of yours?” She understood Rory well. He would not call her early in the morning just to tell her about the robbers’ arrest. Knowing Rory, he must have done something. On the other end of the line, Rory laughed. “You’re smart.” Mable raised her brow, knowing she guessed right. “Who is Spikeman? Is it someone I know?” Mable asked with a smile. She thought she would since she practically knew all of Rory’s henchmen.Rory paused. “Someone new. You don’t know him.” Mable did not pursue the identity of Spikeman. Instead, she asked, “I read on the news that the robbers were injured when the police arrived. Did you have something to do with it?” Rory scoffed and replied menacingly, “They should be punished for harming what’s mine.” Mable put her palm to her forehead and smiled pretentiously. “Well, thank you.” She then added, “But I’m not yours.” The guy was
Hearing a noise, Mable cupped water in her hands to splash the bubbles off her face and looked up.“You’re awake.” Blair approached and grabbed the nearby towel for her. Mable nodded. As Blair’s eyes were glued to her outfit, she explained, “My pajamas were dirty, so I took something of yours.” Blair wrapped his arms around her waist and pecked her lips. “It suits you. Feel free to wear my clothes often.” Mable nudged him bashfully. “Oh, you wish.” Blair looked at Mable. “I made a list. You can take a look later. If everything checks out, we can head to the mall after breakfast.” Mable stared at him curiously. “Huh? What’s the list for?” “I plan to ask Ralph for your hand in marriage next Wednesday. Before that, I want to make sure I’m prepared.” It dawned on Mable. “Is the list our wedding registry?” Blair shook his head. “It’s a list of gifts I have prepared for Ralph. Our wedding registry is for another day.” Plus, Blair would not be able to get gifts for Mable at
Blair shopped the whole afternoon and only managed to get half of the things on his list. When they got home that night, Mable collapsed in bed right away. “I don’t think we need to get the remaining things, dear. The stuff we bought today is good enough.” Blair was preparing to give away way too many items. The Jefferson Residence’s living room might not even have the space to fit all the gifts. Blair looked at the list on his phone memo and said with a frown, “Enough? I don’t even think the items on the list are enough.” Mable sat up, looked at him, and said with a smile, “Are you really nervous right now, dear?” Blair sighed. He drew close to take her hand. “I’m really nervous.” Despite having met Ralph a few times before, Blair still could not figure him out.Mable hugged Blair on the waist, sticking her face against his chest. She replied with a smile, “Don’t be nervous. You have me.” Blair shuffled her long hair. “I won’t go wrong by following the gift etiquette
Mable smiled courteously without making things awkward. She hoped Anthony was not serious about courting her. She rejected the flowers. “I only accept flowers from Blair.” Anthony glanced at the bouquet in hand and looked regrettable. “That’s a shame.” Then, he asked, “Was what you said at the hotel garden the other day false?” “I knew he was behind me. I meant to say all those things for him to hear.” At first, Anthony was dumbfounded, but then he started to laugh. Here he thought he had manipulated Mable into saying those words. Anthony never suspected Mable would intentionally say that, knowing Blair was listening.He was the one being set up. “What’s so good about Blair anyway? Why do you like him?” Anthony could not figure it out. Mable did not want to waste her breath with Anthony, much less reply to his nonsensical questions. She cut to the chase and asked, “Aren’t you going to tell me where you bought the drug?” That was the purpose of her trip today. A
Anthony took a sip of tea and said leisurely, “Mable, I called you out today to tell you that the Fowlers have a hereditary mental illness that only affects the men. Typically, only the firstborn inherits the illness.”Mable was in shock. The genetic mental illness was only passed down to the firstborn. It would mean that Blair… Anthony said, “Since my dad and grandfather are the firstborns, they inherited the disease when they were born. As the oldest son, Blair also has the illness.” Mable’s breath hitched. She remembered Blair experiencing a dramatic shift in emotions once. That was when her Necro Poison acted up as well.Tracey said their recent breakup upset Blair, leading to his wild mood swings. So, he was given a sedative. Mable found it strange at the time, wondering why he needed a shot of sedative to calm down from an emotional outburst. Plus, Mable had checked Blair’s pulse when he was asleep. His pulse showed abnormal readings. Mable brushed it off, thinkin