Chapter 9 Good Fortune

Emille sighed heavily as she crossed the street to a pharmacy to pick up some ointments.

It was there that she received a call from William’s mother, Vanessa Rowe.

“Emelle, how have you been lately? Why haven’t you come to visit us at home?”

Emelie smiled and replied, “Auntie, I’m doing well. I’ve been a bit busy with work recently. Now that it’s less hectic, I’ll come over this weekend to visit you and Uncle.”

“Why wait for the weekend if you’re free now? Come have dinner with Willian and us tonight. I’ll cook up some of your favorite dishes.”

“Sure, I’ll let Mr. Middleton know,” Emelie said.

Vanessa playfully scolded, “Stop with the formalities of calling him Mr. Middleton. It feels so impersonal after all these years. We were even discussing your wedding with William a few months back.”

Emelie nearly tripped over the pharmacy’s doorstep.

Their wedding?

She blinked in surprise, not anticipating Vanessa would suddenly bring up such a matter.

Vanessa was not William’s biological mother but his stepmother.

Emelie was aware of the family secrets that had caused a rift between William and his family, resulting in his infrequent contact with them.

Vanessa and William’s father often learned of his well–being through Emelie, developing a fondness for

her as time went on.

her professional capabilities, unaware that it encompassed thoughts

I’ve got a client meeting soon, but Mrs. Middleton…. William and I will come by

“That’s great!” Vanessa said.

stood dazed for a moment before hailing a taxi to

car had been parked by the roadside,

man inside even took a photo of her with his

in the most famous hotel in Capebatt City, serving

ointment to Daphne from under

Asteshese, “Ms. Hoven, I

to the car for a moment to retrieve Mr. Middleton’s gift for you. My

then presented him with

videos of such boat races online. It’s a shame we’re not in the festival season to see

If Mr. Smith

was puzzled and

recently invested in an exceptional factory known for manufacturing boats of cultural

creations, and the factory houses genuine historical boats as well. If this catches your

her thoughtfulness, “Mr. Middleton is fortunate to have such

Emelie, acknowledging her versatility in any

three years prior, she was the so–called “country bumpkin‘ struggling

from the restroom after lunch, Emelie caught the sound of Daphne’s tearful, faltering

outside the dining room.

a fool, unable to assist you or do anything right. How I

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