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.

purely due to her professional capabilities, unaware that it encompassed thoughts of her

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

“That’s great!” Vanessa said.

Emelie stood dazed for a moment before hailing a taxi

a car had been parked

took a photo of

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

the ointment to Daphne from under the table and then sat next to

warmly greeted Emelie in Asteshese, “Ms. Hoven, I haven’t seen you in a while. What

return to the car for a

presented him

exclaimed upon seeing it, “Ah, a cultural heritage boat model! I’ve seen videos of such boat races online. It’s a shame we’re not in the festival season to see

If Mr. Smith is interested, we can arrange

was puzzled

in an exceptional

and the factory houses genuine historical boats as well. If this

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

a glance at Emelie,

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

from the restroom after lunch, Emelie caught the sound of

outside the dining room.

unable to assist you or do anything right. How I wish I were as

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