The Heir's Secret Bride

Chapter 51

After leaving the Graves family, Maeve felt a wave of relief wash over her. The thought of no longer having to live in fear of Jeff's sudden retaliation filled her with excitement. She couldn't resist skipping a few steps in joy, like a carefree rabbit.

She thought Nestor had already left and hadn't noticed, but he was still standing there, catching a glimpse of her lighthearted hop. Nestor couldn't help but smile, thinking, 'It is a good thing she and Jeff haven't ended up together; it would have been such at

waste.

Maeve then went to the supermarket, bought some ingredients, and returned to her apartment to make some soup. She packed it in a thermos and headed to the hospital. The hospital meals were fine, but they were bland and tasteless. Byron would barely take a few bites before putting down hist utensils. utensils.

With lunchtime approaching, Maeve thought some homemade soup might help improve his appetite.

Just as she reached the hospital entrance, someone stopped her

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Reese, correct? My lady requests your presence," a black-suited bodyguard said, his expression neutral.

"And who is your lady?" Maeve asked, puzzled.

"You'll find out when you get there. She's waiting in the nearby café."

Maeve hesitated for a moment, but since the cafe was just a short walk away, she decided there was no harm in seeing what it was about.

At the café, the bodyguard led Maeve to a booth at the far end by the window,

"She's here," the the bodyguard

I announced.

"Good" A woman dressed in an elegant champagne-colored velvet dress with a snow-white shawl draped over her shoulders looked up at Maeve. "Sit down." Maeve thought the woman looked somewhat familiar. She sat down and asked, "May I ask why you wanted to see me? I don't believe we've met before." "You're the new maid my son hired, so it's no surprise we haven't met, Alexis said, her gaze appraising Maeve. "I wanted to discuss a few things with you." Maeve thought, 'So, this is Mr. Mcdaniel's mother? Maeve was a bit surprised. The woman's stylish and sophisticated appearance suggest a well-off background. She couldn't help but recall what Byron had said that night.

He mentioned that his relationship with his parents wasn't good and that he had been living apart from them for years with little contact

thought, So why is his mother seeking me

like to discuss?" Maeve

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revealing or suggestive," Alexis said, taking a sip of her coffee. Maeve glanced down at her outfit. She was wearing a modest, pale pink two-piece sweater

I have the right to choose what I wear. Even Byron has never told me

as Karen has described, this girl has no sense of her place.

such subtleties, so of course, he wouldn't say anything." Alexis replied, setting her coffee cup down with a dismissive tone. "But it doesn't matter; you're just a maid,

you here is that I need you to do something for me. From now on, I want you to regularly report to me on Byron's activities. I'll give you my contact

at her. "Mrs. Mcdaniel, I don't

to one of thinly veiled disdain as she took out an envelope

Maeve. Maeve.

Would this help?"

opened the envelope and saw a bank card inside. She couldn't help but smile. "Are you trying

said, adjusting the shawl on her shoulders. Despite her age, her face remained. strikingly beautiful. "If you do well, the rewards I offer will far exceed whatever salary my son is paying

Maeve wasn't interested

back to the middle of the table. "Mrs. Mcdaniel, what exactly is your reason for this? Are you asking me to spy on your son?" frowned. want to know how my son is after being away

remained calm. I'm guessing you've never actually tried to understand your son. Otherwise, you wouldn't so casually offer money for someone to watch him. Have you thought about how he'd feel if he found our?" Alexis paused mid-sip, her expression turning cold. "Are you lecturing me? Do you not know your

I'm just a maid-I'm not cut out for spying on others. I

that, she turned and walked

Just a maid, and yet she has the nerve

understand why Byron preferred not to live at home or make any effort to mend his

hiring someone to spy on him? Don't

Chapter 51

chest, a sense of frustration that wasn't even

down, she picked up the thermos and