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.

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 suffered due to the inability

years of illness had transformed her. She often verbally abused her caregivers, and despite the high salary offered by the Saun family, no caregiver lasted

the face of daily sarcastic

saw Darcie reaching out to catch his mother's vomit during an episode, a gesture he, as her son, couldn't bring himself to do. Darcie's actions left a lasting impression

just ill. Bedridden for years and fretting over her son's future, Eleanor grew tired, and her emotions

stepped in to look after Eleanor. Despite enduring daily verbal abuse, she remained committed

woman

Wenham once suggested a divorce, considering their 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

didn't end, and when an accident occurred at the construction site, Darcie traveled a long distance to take care of him. Even with a heart of stone, Wenham

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