My Reborn Story Is Insane (Back to My Worst Birthday and Starting Anew)

Chapter 164 Veronica Called Emyr

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Charmaine assisted Emyr with the needle, using the moment to discreetly check his pulse as he rested with his eyes shut.

He slowly opened his eyes halfway, fixing a serious gaze on her.

“How is it?” he inquired after a brief pause.

Charmaine set his hand down gently. “Your cold–related illness is showing improvement. You should continue with the medicinal baths, and in a few months, you should recover about 80% to 90%.

“Alright.”

Just as Emyr was about to speak again, the phone on the table rang.

He glanced at the screen and said. “Can you answer that for me?”

The caller ID showed an unknown number.

Charmaine had no choice but to pick up. “Hello, Mr. Emyr is currently unavailable to take calls.”

Veronica, who had been eagerly waiting to hear Emyr’s voice, felt an instant wave of disappointment, as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over her.

Hearing the heavy breathing on the other end, Charmaine knew the person was still listening. So, she repeated herself, “He’s not able to speak right now. If there’s something important, you can relay the message to him for me.”

Veronica clutched the fabric of her clothing tightly. After a moment’s hesitation, she finally spoke. “Charmaine, it’s Veronica. I need to speak with Mr. Emyr.”

Charmaine’s eyes narrowed slightly.

hadn’t expected her to

exchange in the hallway the previous night, Charmaine had no patience for pleasantries.

she say?

mean? You’re just a maid. Who gave you the authority to pick up Mr.

Charmaine casually switched the phone to speaker

and unable to hold back her

turned her calm

together slightly, as if

before responding icily, “I asked her to answer

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voice came through, as cold as ice, sending

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as gentle and reserved, but now, in her fit of anger, she realized he had been there the entire time. He had

had to be Charmaine’s

be

the fear rising in her chest. Swallowing her frustration, she softened her voice, putting on a pitiful tone. “Mr. Emyr, I’m really sorry for what I said earlier. I was just concerned that Charmaine might be up to something behind

attempted to justify herself, eager to maintain her graceful reputation in front of Emyr.

she clarified an important detail that her frustration was not aimed at Charmaine but stemmed from

phone, unable to hold back a quiet

a talent

had picked up

And regarding Emyr

as disgusted by Veronica’s sickly sweet, over–the–top voice as she was, Charmaine couldn’t have been more delighted.

the faint sound of Charmaine’s laughter, Emyr shot

great, and his patience for Veronica was wearing thin. “What do

had no interest in indulging her