The Heir's Secret Bride

Chapter 197

Unfortunately, those who needed his medical expertise dared not challenge him. They could only butter him up.

But clearly. Byron was not the type to go soft.

"Find out who he has offended recently, stir the pot, and force him back to the country. Byron smirked coldly. "Those guys in the Secret Sect have been idle long enough. It's time they got little exercise." Archer could not help breaking into a cold sweat.

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After so many years, Byron was finally unleashing those madmen.

He hoped that Jaylen had some thick skin and could take a hit.

The storage room on the third floor of the Mcdaniel residence was dim. Only a faint light shone through a window.

Maeve had been locked in here for three days. At first, someone would bring her water and food. But suddenly, that stopped last night.

The room was chilly at night, and nothing in the storage room could keep her warm. Maeve curled herself up as tightly as possible, trying to conserve some body heat. However, it was futile.

After a full day with no food, her blood sugar had plummeted, and her stomach issues were flaring up. Her head spun. her breathing grew shallow.

She could even feel a dull ache throbbing in her lower abdomen.

Maeve bit her lip. If this went on, she might lose her baby, even if her body could take it.

"Knock, knock."

Suddenly, there was a faint knock on the door.

Maeve looked up and saw pieces of chocolate being slipped in under the door..

They piled up in a small heap.

Surprise flashed across her eyes. She wondered who it could be

Maeve forced herself up and walked to the door. She then tapped on the door. "Thank you."

"Hehe. Came a little giggle from outside.

Maeve thought the voice sounded familiar. It must be that silly little girl.

So it was her.

She wondered how the girl knew she was being held here.

and

quickly faded as her body's weakness took over. She unwrapped a piece of chocolate and began to gulp it down. Halfway

light. Before she could see who it was, the

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was dripping with contempt. "Thanks to you, Mr. Mcdaniel is still in a come. How do you even get an

on

tightly and retorted in a hoarse voice, "I told you,

the fact that you're still

furrowed her brows.

critical condition. Byron said that miracle doctor from the Chatterly family may be his last chance." Alexis' tone was cold. "You saved Mr. Chatterly before, and they owe you a favor. If you ask for help, they will definitely

a sigh

not think that Alexis was

as she could help Gilbert, she'd be more

The following noon arrived.

was led into the study

traditional clothes, Charles was practicing painting at his

Mr. Chatterly Maeve greeted him with a polite smile. I'm sorry to disturb

not answer her. He continued to examine his work and said casually, "Come and

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the side of the desk, picked up the watercolors, and

passed, and Charles did not say a

her expression calm and

Charles's painting, and a trace

was

danced wildly across the paper, making it nearly impossible to tell what it was

do you think of this painting?" Charles straightened up and asked

responding tactfully, "Your

an abstract master in

mid-stroke as he stroked his

the

a dissatisfied grunt. He casually tossed aside the brush and

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way to the coffee

he began to order Maeve

make me a pot of coffee," Charles said leisurely. "Let it steep for exactly six minutes, no more, no less, or

clearly making things difficult for

intention of demanding anything

was here to ask for help to save Gilbert's life, and she was prepared to be as

She then began preparing the coffee with graceful and practiced motions. Her slender hands moved fluidly as if

How did your parents manage

"I picked it up on my