Chapter 43

Effie felt her nerves begin to settle, swept up in Lindy's warm enthusiasm.

She followed Lindy into the living room and immediately noticed two distinguished men seated on the sofa.

The first was Lyman's father, Frederick Etheridge.

He wore a sharply tailored suit, his expression serious but dignified, his keen eyes sizing Effie up with a hint of scrutiny.

Beside him sat Lyman's grandfather, Bartholomew Etheridge.

Though well into his eighties, he radiated vitality, his gaze gentle and his smile genuinely kind as he looked at Effie.

Lyman stepped forward, his tone respectful. "Dad, Grandpa, this is Effie-my wife."

Effie quickly moved up, dipped her head in a polite nod, and greeted them. "Hello, Grandpa, hello, Dad. I'm Effie."

She handed them the gifts she'd brought, her manners impeccable.

Both men smiled, nodding in approval.

bad this girl knows how to

a seat. No need to be

his eyes crinkling with warmth as he beckoned her over. "Come here, sweetheart, let me get a

obediently stepped up

satisfaction. "Wonderful, wonderful. You're a good one. Lyman,

that, Bartholomew produced a velvet box from beside him. "This is a little something from

exquisite emerald bracelet, its clarity and luster revealing it to be an incredibly rare and valuable

knew a thing or two about jewelry, understood instantly that this bracelet was worth a fortune-easily

protested, "Grandpa, this... this is

smiles deepening with approval. Clearly, she wasn't the

I never take it back. It's just a token of

it. They wouldn't have picked these

and Lindy presented their own

a property, keys to a luxury

pile in Effie's hands towered over her

She was stunned.

a bit

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