Chapter 560

You better keep an eye on her."

"Why'd she swipe the cigarette butts?" Anastasia furrowed her brows, and the housekeeper chimed in again, "Miss, I hate to pry, but I think your Aunt Cindy's up to no good. Caught her claiming she was helping with the cleaning, but she was right by that pricey ashtray. That ashtray was indeed a luxury, one Herm had mentioned cost a small fortune.

Anastasia couldn't understand why the wealthy would waste money on something as trivial as a fancy ashtray.

"Alright, got it," Anastasia replied, "Carry on with your work."

The thought of Aunt Cindy stealing trinkets didn't sit right with Anastasia.

With her wedding to Herm on the horizon, she figured Aunt Cindy was probably feeling a bit left out, but she couldn't predict what kind of trouble might follow.

Anastasia headed upstairs, not giving much thought to why Cindy was pocketing cigarette butts.

...

was looking for Pattie when she saw her following

lay in bed while Salma massaged his legs and tended to his joints with

of pressure points, "Get familiar with it, and if there's a word you don't know, just ask. I need to mix up a few more

Master," Pattie nodded,

to give

to diligently

James; he's been a godsend for your grandpa's

know," Pattie, with a heart full of care, urged, "Take a

how'd he end up paralyzed?" Aunt Cindy blurted out as she entered,

nor had she shown any concern-her focus was on how

the stroke," Salma explained, "His limbs aren't as stiff anymore, and Dr. James believes he'll be up and about

him through a stroke? That's no kind of justice," Cindy scoffed, "It's Tavon's own

of the day. If we can cure

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