The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart

Chapter 1192

The butler supported Eltham back to his room, while Hestia whipped up a hangover cure, a steaming cup of strong black coffee with a dash of honey, just about to deliver it when she was stopped by the butler. "Ms. Bennett, I'll take care of it. You should get some rest."

The butler wasn't fond of Brittany.

Nor did he have any respect for Hestia.

Plainly speaking, he believed Eltham deserved the finest woman in the world.

In his eyes, Hestia, coming from a humble background, even with a daughter, still wasn't fit for high society.

Hestia's eagerness to please Eltham was, in his view, a mere chase after a status upgrade.

The butler knew exactly what game Hestia was playing, pretending to care with her hangover remedy.

"Alright."

Hestia felt as if she had been slapped across the face. Her cheeks burning, she handed over the coffee and headed to Twila's room.

Twila had already drifted off to sleep.

The scars on her wrists were glaringly visible.

the damage was severe, and even with reconstructive surgery, playing the piano

moments of tears and tantrums over this, but eventually, she

frail figure, Hestia felt a surge of

only she had been stronger, could she have

restless night, with the

sleep, did the butler step out, instructing the staff to be extra attentive and not let anyone take advantage of the situation. After the butler left, the

emerged from Twila's room and asked a servant, "Is Eltham

"Yes, much better."

nodded, tempted to check on him, but the servant's stance

Queen, upon hearing

over a woman, it's

always been disciplined. It's no surprise that a confident and bold woman like Ms. Lynette could stir his heart."

Queen Consort, Brittany still lacked

her coffee, "I approved of Brittany for him,

descend the stairs, stopped in her tracks upon

not ideal, she has the Lynette Conglomerate behind her. I suppose she's a match

time, she hadn't managed to make Eltham see her in a romantic light. And with Twila's injury rendering her dreams of being a pianist impossible, they no longer held value in the Queen's eyes, who lost any interest in

went on with trivial matters, managing

Hestia didn't move for

refreshed and rid of the alcohol's scent, he found Hestia at the corridor's bend, raising

Hestia's presence, simply said,