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I indeed saw Miss Whitney! But I’m not certain if she ever stepped inside? That morning, Miss. Whitney even picked up some cookies she wanted you to try, saying it was you who told her you had a hankering for Natalie’s cookies.”

Ludwik’s gaze narrowed. Cookies were something his mother used to make, something unknown even to Elaine. How could she know about them?

Could it be that she really visited the hospital room that night?

He remembered sleeping soundly in Elaine’s arms, and when he woke up the next day, Elaine claimed to have cured him.

Yet Whitney scoffed and suggested he ask Elaine why he couldn’t fall asleep afterward.

Ludwik said, “Also, check the hospital’s surveillance footage from outside the room that night.”

After a full meal, Whitney returned to Everwood Villa Estate.

As soon as she opened the door, she heard a servant’s voice whisper, “She’s back.”

“Is she back?” Elaine immediately wheeled herself over, an IV drip in tow, her eyes brimming with tears, a picture of aggrieved frailty, “Ludwik…”

When Whitney stepped in and saw her tear–streaked face, she couldn’t help but laugh.

“Waiting for someone, Elaine?”

Elaine stiffened at the sight of Whitney. Then, peering behind her and seeing no sign of Ludwik, disappointment flashed across her face – he hadn’t returned! Anger surged within her, “What are you doing back here? Where’s Ludwik!”

Whitney shrugged off her scarf, disinterested in engaging with her.

Elaine caught a glimpse of a scandalous mark on Whitney’s neck, her nails digging into her palm with vexation, blocking Whitney’s path and rising to her feet to slap her, “You bitch, feeling proud, are you? Flaunting that mark for me to see!”

Whitney glanced at her neck nonchalantly, whatever her true feelings were, she grabbed Elaine’s arm. Her face twisted into a sneer, “Yes, I am proud. Your scheme at the conference backfired, pushing Ludwik right into my arms.”

“What does it mean to weave your own trap? Have you experienced it yet?”

“How are you feeling, Elaine? I’ve come on Ludwik’s behalf to check on you. Aren’t you in such a state you need an IV drip?”

Enraged, Elaine’s chest heaved, She almost spat blood at Whitney’s calm demeanor.

composed, she swallowed the nasty feelings that surged at the sight

mistress. He sought you out for relief, that’s all. Men have their flings. Do you think I can’t handle a little sand

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will be the blissful Mrs.

subtly, the mention of engagement a thorn in her side.

eerily familiar; not long ago, she too had

tables had

pent–up frustration, raising her eyebrows, “Lyra, the other maid is back. Put her to work

of her reverie, realizing Taryn was

new, unfamiliar girl was

furrowed, “Elaine, what have you

would be perfect for her to look after her. Ludwik agreed without hesitation.” Elaine’s tone was that of the lady

Elaine had replaced Taryn to take control of

her that morning,

absent during the day and Taryn gone, it would be easier for Elaine to play

pondered this quietly but realized it might not be entirely bad. After some thought, Whitney suddenly said to her, “Ludwik promised to come see you today. Why didn’t he keep

heap of trash in the kitchen. Get to it!

Whitney

her with a piercing gaze. This matter with the photo was

to him herself. A man’s guilt had an expiration date, after

how she would beat her.

the house, Whitney had deliberately provoked

the gate, she stealthily sent a text

she quietly moved to the back of the

this place locked down tight, with more bodyguards and cameras than ever. Plus, he’s

from her pocket, pleading, “Taryn, the baby’s six and a half months along. I went for an ultrasound today. You know how much Natalie loves this grandchild.

“It’s impossible…”

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You must have made up your mind about Elaine’s true color

but Mr. Lippert doesn’t… Oh dear.” Taryn saw the sincerity in Whitney’s eyes, her longing for Natalie. Unable to bear it, she confided, “There’s surveillance

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