When Love Is a Lie

Chapter 209 Don’t Get Any Ideas

From the darction of the elevator, the bodyguard suddenly called out, “Mrs. Howard ”

Whitney tuned around

It was Madchn, dressed in a tailored camel–colored wool coat. A delicate pearl brooch gleamed on her chest as she walked forward with steady, confident steps.

“Mrs. Howard, you’re here. “Dartel lowreed his head slightly, his tone respectful.

Madelyn placed at him and spoke with a faint, authoritative air in her voice. “Dariel, you’ve become quite skilled as Noel’s assistant, sealding people upstairs like

“Not at all, Mrs. Howard. You misunderstand. This is Ms. Spencer,”

Realizing she had inuheit refly named trouble for Bartell, Whitney quickly spoke up

“Mrs. Howard, it wasn’t Mr. Carter who brought me up. I came on my own to check on Mr. Hewand.

When Madelyn heard this, she turned to face Whitney. She studied Whitney carefully for a moment before recognition flashed across her face

“oh, it’s you, Whitney. Forgive me for not recognizing you nadler. How are you?”

“It’s just some bruises and scrapes. My body’s a bit weak, but a few days of IV drips should fix that. Thank you for your concem, Mrs. Howard.”

“you’re still the recognized fance of the second branch of the Easily. You should call me Aunt Madelyn,” Madelyn replied.

Whitney shook her head. “I’m not aminoer. It wouldn’t be appropriate to adders you that way.”

Madelyn smiled and patted the back of Whitney’s hand. “You’re a polite child, much more sensibile than your sister. You!

should and shouldn’t be done.”

place and

was lying inside the room. ‘Damian was foolish and brought in to the Howard family.

all

heart heavy with guilt.

the Howard family and his father. After all, it something had happened to you, the exosequences

immediately understood the meaning behind Madelyn’s words.

not to get any ideas.

saving her didn’t mean anything. She wasn’t allowed to use this as a pretest to come up

a doctor entered

hesitated, her heart clenching as she considered staying

you’re still weak to home and erst, In

a polite but unmistakable dissal

taking one last glance at Noel in the hospital coom before leaning against

completely down the corridor, Madelyn dropped her kind expression and tumed

in his best interest, I

meet her eyes. “You’re right, trs. Howard. I’ll

now on, I want updates on Noel’s every move. Report everything to me.”

into

didn’t retom to the top floor. All she could do was silently pray that Noel

up soon.

themes for updates, but they told her that the condition of patients

body improved significantly, and

the hospital every evening

out of the commented as she took the apple Matthew

that his mood seemed low. At first, she assumed it was just work stress,

blankly. “Huh? I’m fine.

to