Ex Cried as I Wed a Tycoon

Chapter 190

Just as Effie had predicted, after dinner Bancroft suggested everyone move to the living room for some tea and conversation.

Fidelia glanced over at Effie, a flicker of hope in her eyes.

But, unexpectedly, the evening passed without Bancroft bringing up anything important.

Fidelia was growing restless.

Isabel had already messaged her earlier, asking for updates, but with Bancroft keeping quiet, Fidelia had nothing to report.

She was just about to speak up when Marcia gently pressed her arm, silencing her.

Confused, Fidelia looked at Marcia, lips parting as if to protest, but Marcia only shook her head, saying nothing more.

Despite her temper, Fidelia always listened to Marcia.

Finally, Bancroft stood up. "It's getting late. Everyone should head home and get some rest."

He paused, then added, "Lyman, you and your family, come with me to the study."

"Alright," Lyman replied.

tightened

in return, and the anxious pounding in her chest

in Fidelia's eyes. She automatically started to follow Effie and the others, only for Marcia to pull

go rest, it clearly meant he didn't want them

insisted on tagging along now,

but she knew better than

door closed, Uncle Healy and his family drifted over, curiosity written all over their faces. Fidelia thought-this

She hurried after them.

bother stopping

soundproofed to perfection. No matter how hard they strained, they couldn't hear a thing from

mood shift instantly. Her

"I'm sure this is just a misunderstanding. Just explain, and I'll believe

glanced at the photo on the screen, her face registering pure

she and Granger ever

The garbage truck that had

to get out of the way, but Granger had

explained everything, then

didn't care what anyone else thought; she just needed to know