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.

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

tears and tantrums over this,

felt a surge of

been stronger, could she have protected Twila

had a restless night, with the butler

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

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

"Yes, much better."

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

drank to excess. The Queen, upon hearing of his condition,

so drunk over a woman, it's

young master has always been disciplined. It's no surprise that a confident and bold woman like Ms. Lynette

Queen Consort, Brittany

coffee, "I approved of Brittany for him, but to defy me over her, even accepting

stairs, stopped in her tracks upon overhearing

with a sigh, "Well, even though Brittany is not ideal, she has the Lynette Conglomerate behind her. I suppose she's a

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

with trivial matters, managing to bring a smile to

Hestia didn't move for

alcohol's scent, he found Hestia at the corridor's bend, raising an eyebrow, "What are

presence,