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 seeking me

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revealing or suggestive," Alexis said, taking a sip of her coffee. Maeve glanced down at her outfit. She was wearing

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

smirked inwardly at Maeve's response. She thought, Just as Karen has described, this girl has no sense of

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

need you to do something for me. From now on, I want you to

"Mrs. Mcdaniel, I

veiled disdain as she took out an envelope and

Maeve. Maeve.

Would this help?"

opened the envelope and saw a bank card inside. She couldn't help but smile. "Are you trying to buy me off, Mrs.

age, her face remained. strikingly beautiful. "If you

Maeve wasn't interested

"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

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

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

that, she turned and walked

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

couldn't shake the feeling of frustration. She was beginning to understand why Byron preferred not to live at home or make any effort

find out. Why 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

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tightness Im her chest, a sense of frustration that wasn't

up the thermos