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 of her marrying

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

“That’s great!” Vanessa said.

a moment before hailing a taxi to her

car had been parked by

even took a photo

most famous hotel in

from under the table and

greeted Emelie in Asteshese, “Ms. Hoven, I haven’t seen you in a while. What caused your delay? I was searching for you and thought

the car for a moment

then presented him

heritage boat model! I’ve seen videos of such boat races online. It’s a shame we’re not

“That’s not a problem. If Mr. Smith is interested, we can arrange a visit

was puzzled and asked,

“Mr. Middleton had recently invested in an exceptional factory known

houses genuine historical boats as well. If

praising Emelie for her thoughtfulness, “Mr. Middleton is

a glance at Emelie, acknowledging

at her now, who would guess that just three years prior, she was the so–called “country bumpkin‘ struggling with

Emelie caught the

outside the dining room.

do anything right. How I wish I were as competent as Ms.

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