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.

even with reconstructive surgery, playing the piano was out of the

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

figure, Hestia felt a surge of resentment for

been stronger, could she have protected Twila from

the butler

dawn, when Eltham finally fell into a deep 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

"Yes, much better."

tempted to check on him, but the servant's stance didn't invite further action, so she reluctantly backed

to excess. The Queen, upon

so drunk over a

strong coffee, "The young master has always been disciplined. It's no surprise that a

for a Queen Consort, Brittany still

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

descend the stairs, stopped in her tracks

Queen hesitated, then with a sigh, "Well, even though Brittany is not ideal,

Twila's injury rendering her dreams of being a pianist

went on with trivial matters, managing to

didn't move

Eltham woke, refreshed and rid of the alcohol's scent, he found Hestia at the corridor's bend, raising an eyebrow, "What are you doing here?" Startled, Hestia quickly regained her composure, "Nothing... nothing

indifferent to Hestia's presence, simply said, "Let's have