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.

with reconstructive surgery, playing the piano was

moments of tears and tantrums over this, but eventually, she had to let

Hestia felt a surge of resentment for the

only she had been stronger, could she have protected Twila from

restless night, with the butler by his side

a deep sleep, did the butler step out, instructing the staff to be extra attentive and not

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

"Yes, much better."

servant's stance didn't invite further action,

to excess. The Queen, upon

be so drunk over a woman,

a strong coffee, "The young master has always been disciplined. It's no surprise that a confident and bold woman like Ms. Lynette could stir

Queen Consort, Brittany

Queen sipped her coffee, "I approved of Brittany for him, but to defy

stopped

a sigh, "Well, even though Brittany is not ideal, she has the Lynette

see her in a romantic light. And with Twila's injury rendering her dreams of being a pianist impossible, they no longer

with trivial matters, managing to bring a smile to the Queen's

place, Hestia didn't

corridor's bend, raising an eyebrow, "What are you doing here?"

indifferent to Hestia's presence, simply said,