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

is his mother

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your attire. I expect you to dress appropriately for a maid Avoid wearing clothes that are too 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 dress with a long beige coat- perfectly

the right to choose what I wear. Even Byron has never told me I couldn't dress like

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

cup down with a dismissive tone. "But it doesn't matter; you're just a

something for me. From now on, I want you to regularly report to me on Byron's activities. I'll give you my

her. "Mrs. Mcdaniel, I don't recall agreeing to

veiled disdain as she took out an envelope and pushed it

Maeve. Maeve.

Would this help?"

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

on her shoulders. Despite her age, her face remained. strikingly beautiful.

Maeve wasn't interested

middle of the table. "Mrs. Mcdaniel, what exactly is your reason for this? Are you asking me to spy on your son?"

him yourself?" Macve's voice 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

a maid-I'm not cut out for spying on others. I suggest you find someone else

she turned and walked

around the coffee cup. She thought, Just a maid, and yet she has the

Maeve left the café, she couldn't shake the feeling of frustration. She was beginning to understand why Byron preferred not to

resort to hiring someone to spy on him? Don't they even have time for a simple phone call? More importantly, they were right outside the hospital-how hard would it be to walk in and see their son for themselves? 08:21 Thu, Oct

Chapter 51

a sense of frustration that

down, she picked up the thermos and