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

So why is

you like to discuss?"

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of her coffee. Maeve glanced down at her outfit. She was wearing a modest, pale pink two-piece sweater

frowned slightly. "Mrs. Mcdaniel, I have the right to choose what I wear. Even Byron has never told me I couldn't dress like

inwardly at Maeve's response. She thought, Just as Karen has described, this girl has no sense of her place. She even dares to talk back to her

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, and I don't have the energy to worry about such details." Maeve's hands tightened

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

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

expression shifted to one of thinly veiled disdain as she took

Maeve. Maeve.

Would this help?"

bank card inside. She couldn't help but smile. "Are

partial payment," Alexis 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

Maeve wasn't interested

envelope 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

someone to watch him. Have you

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

that, she turned and walked out without

expression darkened, her grip tightening around the coffee cup. She thought, Just a maid, and yet she has

beginning to understand why Byron preferred not to live at home or make

hiring someone to spy on him? Don't they even have time for a simple phone call?

Chapter 51

her chest, a sense of frustration that wasn't

down, she picked up the thermos and headed