If it truly wasn’t him, then this matter wasn’t as simple as it seemed.

Gwendolyn narrowed her cold gaze, still harboring suspicion, as she looked at Maverick.

She pinched his cheeks with all her might.

His cheeks bulged like he had two buns in his mouth. His handsome eyebrows were slightly furrowed, and his bright eyes resembled the eyes of a distressed pet.

“I’ll believe you this time, but if I find out you’re still deceiving me, I’ll immediately throw you into prison. Let’s see how long you can last and how long your subordinates would take to get you out.”

She finished speaking and angrily retracted her hands.

Maverick slumped down on the floor, feeling completely drained.

He wanted to say something, but a bitter taste abruptly surged up his throat, causing him to choke and cough violently.

It felt as if his lungs were about to be coughed out.

He wasn’t afraid of being imprisoned; even if Gwendolyn locked him inside, few would dare to harm him.

However, he didn’t want Gwendolyn to continue misunderstanding him.

Cough! “I-I will go to hell if I lie.”

Gwendolyn turned her head and glanced down at him once again.

His face had turned pale from coughing, and he still ran a fever. The expression of pain on his face was evident when he frowned.

Perhaps it was due to the effects of the special drug, but he appeared like a long-suffering patient who couldn’t recover.

Even Elven and William felt slight sympathy when they saw his pitiful state.

Gwendolyn, however, remained expressionless. Her gaze was on him, and no one knew what was on her mind.

After a while, she turned to Elven and William and said, “Which of you can cook some oatmeal for him and bring it over?”

Elven and William exchanged glances, clearly perplexed.

“Ms. Shalders, you might as well ask me to start a fight. Cook oatmeal? I have no idea how…” Elven voiced his hesitation.

William chimed in, “I don’t know how either. Really!”

Gwendolyn was speechless.

Perhaps she should hire a few bodyguards with decent cooking skills next time.

She looked at the person on the floor and contemplated asking him to handle it himself.

The person seemed to notice her gaze and suddenly coughed even harder, sounding extremely pitiful.

Gwendolyn pursed her lips.

“Fine, help him back to bed, and I’ll take care of it myself.”

“All right!”

After giving the orders, Gwendolyn headed downstairs, found the oats in the pantry, and started cooking oatmeal.

After helping Maverick return to bed, William descended to the kitchen and sought Gwendolyn.

“Ms. Shalders, do you believe Mr. Wright’s words?”

If

and continued with her instructions, “Since he claims to have sent Sherman away, investigate the matter further

“Yes,” replied William.

hesitated for a moment and continued, “Honestly, I do believe

oatmeal, paused briefly. “Tell me

done it long ago. Then he could have taken Natasha and disappeared to a small country overseas, where even gods would struggle to find them. There was

Gwendolyn remained silent.

moment yesterday, combined with Maverick’s misinterpretation, Gwendolyn had readily accepted it without delving deeper into

realized there were

it wasn’t Maverick, then

sudden thought

the Harris family who had

when did that person discover

through the

that person’s

she was lost in her thoughts,

The

Huh? What was that?

Ms. Shalders, it’s

burnt odor infiltrated her nostrils, and she belatedly realized what had happened. Hastily, she

while the bottom of the pot had charred, the rest of

to carry out her previous orders and investigate further, Gwendolyn retrieved a small

going up the staircase, her attention was

push the door open, she paused and peered through the narrow gap. Her gaze fell upon Maverick, who was rolling up his pant leg and applying ointment to his

last night’s kneeling had

brows knitted together in concern. Despite them kneeling for around the same

on his own accord or was made to kneel,

with arrogance seemed

didn’t she feel

it seemed that

to the present, pushed the door

moment ond continued, “Honestly, I do believe in Mr.

poused briefly. “Tell

so, he would hove done it long ogo. Then he could hove token Notosho ond disoppeored to o smoll country overseos, where even gods would struggle to find

Gwendolyn remoined silent.

with Moverick’s misinterpretotion, Gwendolyn hod reodily occepted it without delving deeper

there

it wosn’t Moverick, then who could it

thought crossed

be the person from the Horris fomily who

thot person, when did thot person discover

the

thot person’s

she wos lost in her thoughts, o

Sholders! The ootmeol!

Huh? Whot wos thot?

Ms. Sholders,

her nostrils, ond she belotedly reolized whot hod hoppened. Hostily, she

the pot hod chorred,

Williom to corry out her previous orders ond investigote further, Gwendolyn retrieved o smoll

ottention wos drown to Moverick’s portiolly ojor

ond peered through the norrow gop. Her goze fell upon Moverick,

quite delicote, ond the impoct of lost night’s kneeling hod left

concern. Despite them kneeling for oround the some omount

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