Chapter 39 Trying to make breakfast

At dinner, Lady Reynolds positioned Vanessa and Phoebe to her sides, with Theodore sitting next to Phoebe. The arrangement was rather interesting. Whether intentional or not, Lady Reynolds placed Theodore and Vanessa far apart, resulting in no opportunity for interaction throughout the meal. After dinner, everyone moved to the card room.

Despite her pious nature, Lady Reynolds was quite the card shark-often gathering the family for a game.

In her words, playing cards was not only a way to bond with kin but also a means to stave off dementia a win-win situation.

Lady Reynolds took her seat in the east, and Phoebe went to fetch a pillow to place behind her, ensuring she was comfortable.

Seeing Phoebe's silent gesture of care, Lady Reynolds remarked, "Phoebe is so thoughtful. Her kindness is gentle and unassuming. Theodore, you should appreciate such blessings." Catching a glimpse of Phoebe with the corner of his eye, Theodore settled next to Lady Reynolds, ready to help her with her hand and keep her spirits high.

Madison stood beside Vanessa, snorting with disdain, "Real cunning, just knows how to charm grandma to get her on her side."

Though Vanessa heard her, she only managed a gentle smile, yet her heart was far from calm.

demeanor towards her;

warm my arms, and later on, you can sneakily tell

Lady Reynolds just laughed.

everyone else chuckled too, and Phoebe said, "Of course, grandma, I'll whisper them

glared at her, feigning annoyance, "I can't believe your loyalty's

Phoebe retorted

"Exactly, how can grandma be an

peeking at her hand. Fortune

Reynolds, beaming with joy, exclaimed, "Phoebe is my lucky charm, every

all grandma's good fortune, not my doing," Phoebe modestly remarked as she handed Lady Reynolds her fruit tea, watching her take

she'd be exceptionally thorough and attentive. It was

me too, yet why do I keep losing?" Theodore

Reynolds replied with a chuckle, "I think you're

in,

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