All Novel Drama
Chapter 16
Chapter 16
“Where’s the person who saved my dear son’s life? We must express our gratitude with a generous reward!” Alberta asked.
“Look, she’s just across the street!” someone replied.
Looking up, Alberta found a familiar face and she froze in shock.
How could it be her?
Unaware that she had been recognized, Gwendolyn loaded her car with a bunch of medicinal. herbs.
“Take longer than expected?” Howard asked as he put down his phone.
“A little mishap occurred.”
A shadow of concern flickered in Howard’s eyes, but without prying further, he mentioned, “Got a call from home. My sister and dad are back.”
“Should I prepare a welcome gift?”
“No need. They’re the ones who should be preparing something for you.”
Upon returning home, the sound of the TV and conversation filled the living room. Gwendolyn entered to find a lively young girl bounding toward her, “Hi! I’m Jeannie.”
“Nice to meet you.”
Gwendolyn found herself drawn to this straightforward and genuine girl.
“Gwendolyn, we haven’t met before. Sorry I couldn’t make it to your wedding.” Jameson, Howard’s father, said as he pressed a gift into her hand. “Hope you like it.”
Gwendolyn glanced at Howard, who nodded for her to accept it.
Holding the gift, she said, “Thank you.”
“Don’t be too formal. He’s got plenty of mad money.”
Roselind shot Jeannie a look, “Don’t be disrespectful. Watch how you speak.”
Jeannie continued, “I’m just happy to see Gwendolyn. She’s a million times better than that heartless woman who ran off after the accident. Can’t believe she was from the Stellar.
“Jeannie!” Roselind cut her off sharply, and Jeannie shrank back, not daring to speak further, realizing it wasn’t right to mention Vivien in front of Gwendolyn.
It was the Stellar Crescent Foundation, wasn’t it?
Gwendolyn wondered but didn’t dare to be sure. She’d ask Howard about it when she got the chance.
14:16
Marina reported. “The Chadwick Manor called to inform us that there’s a dinner party tonight.” The Chadwick family made a point of having a family feast once a month.
Roselind frowned, displeased, “What’s the point of a feast at a time like this? It’s no good Intentions.” © 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.
Seeing her reaction, Jameson soothed, “If you don’t want to go, I’ll call and say we won’t attend.”
He dialed the Chadwick Manor and explained. But before he could hang up, the gravity on his face deepened.
“Is this true?” Jameson trembled his voice with the weight of the information.
After confirmation, he hung up in disbelief.
“What’s happened?” Roselind asked anxiously.
Jameson whispered to her, and her reaction was one of utter shock, “Is this true?”
“Absolutely, Warren himself confirmed it.”
“Let’s go! Even if it’s a trap, I won’t miss this opportunity,” Roselind declared decisively.
Jeannie complained, “Why bother with that dinner? Bainbridge just wants to humiliate us. I can’t stand his smug face.”
“We must go. They’ve found a disciple of Enoch who might have a cure.”
Jeannie gasped and her eyes lit up with hope.
“There’s hope for my brother’s legs!”
Hearing this, Gwendolyn looked down at Howard. Surely, he’d trust Enoch’s disciple more than an unknown like her.
The sunlight streaming through the floor–to–ceiling windows cast a glow on his chiseled features but couldn’t penetrate the depths of his eyes. His face bore no sign of joy; instead, he gently grasped her wrist, advising her in a low voice.
“No matter what happens at the Chadwick Manor, stay behind me and don’t speak.”
Gwendolyn paused a moment. Could something go wrong at a family dinner?