The Heiress’ Return: Six Brothers at Her Beck and Call

Chapter 298 Under Review

Fabian looked at the electronic ticket on Wynter’s phone. He had two

more hours left until the train ride, which meant he could stay for

another hour of tea.

He brightened up at this and went back to chatting with Margaret.

Wynter went into one of the rooms and packed Fabian’s medication for him. Before Fabian and Ryan left for the train, she handed the medication to Ryan and said, “Alexis told me that no one tampered with Grandpa’s last prescription, but Grandpa’s breathing was labored

when I examined him.

“Could you keep an eye on his diet, and he follows through with it? He can take everything else in moderation. I’ll examine him again once I

go over to Kingbourne.”

Fabian’s condition had improved considerably in the last two days..

He had been coughing when he first arrived, but if his flushed ch*eks were any indication, he was much better now.

Wynter also insisted that he carry his medication on his perso

Fabian had planned on getting some work done on the train, but the medication Wynter gave him contained a mild relaxant. That, coupled.

with the comfort of the premium coach, put Fabian to sleep before

the train even left the district. He had never been this relaxed before.

Kingbourne required more packing

stay and help Wynter, but she turned

she didn’t want him to see Wolf’s

hadn’t forgotten how their equipment was lost as a result of Dalton tracking

Wynter shoved him out. “Shouldn’t

helping?”

she said curtly. “Grandma needs help moving because of her bad leg, so you can come over and help by

then. Bye.”

slammed the door in his face, making

him clear.

Wynter the impression that he was overly fragile and couldn’t contribute to the

save for becoming a

first time they had seen anyone

Dalton had succeeded

was out of Wynter’s sight, he had shed his warm

returned to his usual mposing self. He looked particularly domineering in the moonlight.

quiet until one

grandfather,” the

he took the phone from the bodyguard, and he only slid

call through. “Hey,

brat! Tell me Samson wasn’t joking about what he

he sounded happy on the phone. “If you’re lying to me, I’ll beat you up no matter how weak you

Max fed you some intel before this. I

cleared his throat to mask his guilt and said, “Don’t change the subject.

engaged?”