Pampered by my three brothers: the return of the neglected heiress

Chapter 1850: Old Mrs. Pierson’s Secret

"Madam." Butler Hubert stopped a few steps from Old Mrs. Pierson, who was currently watering the plants. "I’ve sent Madam Mildred off. She says she’ll be back soon."

Old Mrs. Pierson smiled as she placed the watering can to the side. Holding her hands behind her, a satisfied smile turned up on her face.

Butler Hubert, on the other hand, maintained a smile at the peaceful look on the elderly woman’s face. "It seems something good happened, Old Madam."

"Mildred finally mustered her courage," she said with relief.

His brows rose in surprise, and then his expression softened. "No wonder you were smiling like that, madam."

"It took her quite a while," he added in relief, slowly gazing up at the sky. His eyes softened as he thought about Mildred’s mother. "She’ll probably be heaving a sigh of relief too."

Old Mrs. Pierson chuckled while Butler Hubert raised his brows in surprise.

"By the way, Madam," Butler Hubert remarked. "Did you tell Madam Mildred why you still encouraged her to see men, even when you already knew about her preferences?"

Old Mrs. Pierson didn’t answer, but she had. After all, Mildred had asked the same question. Her answer was simple: she simply gave Mildred reasons and opportunities to come out. Who would have thought that Mildred would go so far as to marry someone just to hide what her heart truly wanted?

Butler Hubert didn’t press any further, lowering his head. "I’ll prepare your tea before the Young Master, the Young Miss, and Sir Slater arrive for your regular exercise."

With that, Butler Hubert strode off. Meanwhile, Old Mrs. Pierson sat on the garden bench, looking around. A smile remained on her face as she listened to the soft whisper of the wind brushing against her skin.

In this peaceful silence, she caught sight of a figure seated by her side. When she turned, there was an old man, smiling at her lovingly. He tipped his head to the side, making Old Mrs. Pierson turn her gaze forward.

There, standing before her, was Enzo.

Pierson smiled subtly, both at her son and her husband. A shallow breath slipped past

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Moments later...

the courtyard where he had left Old Mrs. Pierson. Seeing her slouched on the bench,

rising. After a second, his head dropped, and he jogged toward

"Madam..."

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Mrs. Pierson’s short

called for

across from her in a courtyard. She smiled and

she said, reaching out to hold her hand. "How

lady squeezed her hand mildly across the table, studying the wrinkled face across from

aged, but I can see that you are at peace," the young lady said, speaking to Old Mrs. Pierson as if they were the same age—or rather, as

same as I remembered," Old

between them before a question slipped from the young lady’s

"Was it worth it?"

Mrs.

change my life... I am glad you were there

it’s not me," said the young lady, her eyes falling on the beaded bracelet around the old madam’s wrist. She then snapped her eyes up and nodded. "I’m simply someone who delivered this gift to

her family. Arranged to marry a deadbeat who only knew how

young lady, she

had arranged for her, she

my own hell," Old Mrs. Pierson mused. "But if he was