Chapter 833

Now, with her taking such good care of me, I couldn't help but feel a little undeserving.

"Are you worried I might have poisoned it? If you don't mind, I can take the first sip," she teased when I hesitated to accept the glass.

I had to admit, she was genuinely kind. Even though she was once supposed to get engaged to Ernest, and knew about my connection with him, she never showed me any hostility.

It's not like she didn't have feelings for Ernest. She once admitted she was fond of him. Her kindness towards me was just so inexplicable.

This woman was a mystery to me.

"It's not that," I replied, taking the milk. "I just feel guilty for troubling you."

As I said that, Ernest's words echoed in my mind about finding someone trustworthy to pass the ring to.

So, should I trust Yolande?

"Doing someone's bidding," Yolande said with a sly smile, her lips painted a vibrant red.

Bidding for whom? Ernest?

"Won't disturb your sleep-," she sang the last words playfully with a smile.

resigned grin, "Stop

up my phone again, trying once more to connect,

for Ernest and me to communicate like this. The shorter the contact, the better, so

I give

could I

I trusted was

trustworthy. As I stared at the glass

if I should trust

was Allen's aunt, connected to the

The information Ernest wanted

Yolande act in her self-interest and

wise to be cautious, so Yolande wasn't the best

not her, then

find someone. Even if I wanted to, Allen probably wouldn't let me

Except Conrad.

once with Yolande, he could come a second

my decade-long knowledge of him,

meeting Conrad without raising Allen's suspicions

breakfast. Seeing Yolande in an apron, I quipped, "Ms. Clark,

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