Chapter 1791

Wenham's voice echoed from the kitchen, asking if the soup was ready. "Coming,” Darcie replied while swiftly deleting all the messages on her phone. She gracefully carried the hot soup to the dining area.

"Let Sandra handle these matters moving forward."

Wenham wiped his hands and continued, "It’s getting cold, and the food will cool down during all the back-and-forth."

"Sandra has been busy all night. She's currently having dinner. We shouldn't trouble her with these minor tasks," Darcie said as she filled another bowl of hot soup for Wenham. "Plus, I'm used to it. I took care of your mom, remember? It's not a big deal."

Wenham paused upon hearing that and refrained from saying anything more.

finding help for such tiring work was easy as long as the pay was good. Eleanor, once a renowned debutante in Rivera, had become bedridden because of her illness. Her self-esteem

had transformed her. She often verbally abused her caregivers, and despite the high salary offered by the

endured numerous insults. Even in the face of

Darcie reaching out to catch his mother's vomit during an episode, a gesture he,

get along with; she was just ill. Bedridden for years and fretting over her son's future, Eleanor grew tired,

the frequent change in caregivers, Darcie stepped in to look after Eleanor. Despite enduring daily verbal abuse, she remained

final years. She claimed that a virtuous woman such as Darcie would undoubtedly nurture her descendants after

marriage was a result of circumstances. He was willing to provide her with money, ensuring she and her daughter had a carefree life. However, Darcie refused, stating that Eleanor wished for them to build a

and when an accident occurred at the construction site, Darcie traveled a long distance to take care of him. Even with

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