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

Chapter 239

Chapter 239 Precious Disciple

ས% 77%Ė

+8 Pearls

He deliberately teased, “And you’re not the only one who have sought me out. There are plenty of others begging for this…

Freya, her mind focused on securing a favor from Emyr, clenched her teeth and snapped, “Fine. Just send me Master Field’s address.”

After arriving at the retirement home behind Beacon Hospital, Freya was subjected to several layers of identity checks before finally knocking on the door of a small courtyard.

A middle–aged woman greeted her and led her inside, giving detailed instructions along the way. “The clothes haven’t been washed yet. Master Field doesn’t like the smell of detergent, so you’ll need to wash everything by hand with soap nuts. Lunch will be delivered by a hotel; your job is to arrange it. Master Field doesn’t like to be disturbed, so after you finish these tasks, you’ll rest in the servant’s quarters. Don’t wander

around.”

Freya’s expression shifted when she heard the last part. “What if I need to speak to him?”

The woman handed her a notepad. “If you need to tell him something, just write it down and leave it on the table in the living room. He will respond when he sees it. But be careful not to violate his rules, or he won’t be pleased.”

Freya took the notepad and muttered, “Got it.”

She hadn’t expected so many demands from an elderly man. But given Basil’s stature, she swallowed her irritation and carried on.

Once the woman left, Freya’s gaze wandered to the attic, where the sound of old soap dramas floated down, though she could see no one.

Intrigued, she considered going upstairs for a closer look. Just then, a voice boomed from above. “Make me a pot of tea.”

lit up

Quickly, she prepared a pot of tea and

pushed the door open carefully, and the

covered in vines sat a rocking chair. Basil lounged in it, legs crossed, enjoying the sun, completely

stepped forward. “Master Field,

muffled behind the fan, responded, “My stomach’s not well. I

tea.”

expression faltered. “Sorry, I’ll go make something

downstairs to prepare a different tea. When she returned, Basil still hadn’t moved. “I’ve been craving some selenium–rich tea,” he remarked casually.

took a deep breath. “I’ll make it

..rramal time. Pinavia….

heath form the

1/2

4

Precious

tea is

didn’t say a

hear soft, rhythmic

fallen

77%

+8 Pearls

warnings she’d received about his strange temperament,

set the tea down and went downstairs to start washing the

took a sip of his tea, and

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255