Reclaiming Her Heart

Chapter 95 To Ashbourne Manor

Raymond felt frustrated but remained calm on the surface. "I know." Catherine, who was standing nearby, heard this but couldn't refute him due to the old master's poor health. Once Raymond walked out of the living room, she chased after him. "Raymond, are you really going to see that James?"

Raymond paused his steps, now standing in the Montague family garden, where the old master couldn't hear their conversation from the living room. He lowered his eyes slightly, lips pressed lightly, and his features concealed a sharp coldness.

"No, I'm not going."

Catherine breathed a sigh of relief, sounding disdainful. "I saw James during the day, he was full of energy, not at all like someone who is sick. I think he's just causing trouble while your grandfather is away. Don't let them fool you." "That's their trick. If you really go and see, it means falling into their trap. Taking advantage of Mr. Montague Senior's poor health is simply unbearable." "Mom, I know."

After saying that, he was about to leave, and Catherine added a sentence.

"I had someone send your things to Ashbourne Manor. I'm worried that your grandfather might suddenly decide to inspect and you've seen his physical condition. Try not to upset him. If he really wants to go to Ashbourne Manor, you should go along, just for show.

sleeping in the guest room, farthest from your master bedroom.

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does indeed have some charm. She looks like she's adept

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each other. You also know, ever since your older brother passed away, you're all I have left.

was mentioned, a chill ran through Raymond's body, but his face quickly turned cold like a snowy morning, freezing over. His jaw lifted slightly and his

attention to me, Mom. I'm not a substitute for my older brother. It's impossible for me to listen to you and let you manipulate me." Catherine's complexion instantly turned as pale as paper. Her fingertips slowly curled, almost embedding into her palm. Her lips trembled, and after several attempts, she finally spoke with a reddened eyes. "Raymond, is that how you think

it weren't for your 'good,' my brother probably wouldn't have had an

complete sentence. Raymond didn't want to upset her

he returned to the car, John was already waiting for him inside. He caught a glimpse of Raymond's expression in the rearview mirror, which wasn't too good, and spoke up.

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