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.

due to her professional capabilities, unaware

of anxiety and confusion. She replied, “Auntie, I’ve got a client meeting soon, but Mrs. Middleton…. William and I will come by

“That’s great!” Vanessa said.

for a moment before hailing a

been parked by

took a

set in the most famous hotel in Capebatt City, serving authentic local

from under the table and then sat next

during their first collaboration with Cloudex Corporation, so he warmly greeted Emelie in Asteshese, “Ms. Hoven, I haven’t seen you

in Asteshese, “Good to see you, Mr. Smith. I had to return to the car for a moment to

presented him with

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

a problem. If Mr. Smith is interested, we can arrange a visit

Smith was puzzled

invested in an exceptional factory known for manufacturing boats

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

enthusiastically, praising Emelie for her thoughtfulness, “Mr. Middleton

a glance at Emelie, acknowledging

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

lunch, Emelie caught the sound of Daphne’s tearful,

outside the dining room.

lamented, “I… I’m such a fool, unable to assist you or do anything right. How I wish I were as competent as Ms.

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