Chapter 562 A Hollow Puppet
“Mandy
Imelle was taken aback when she heard that name.
She Instinctively glanced at Wesley, who then asked the old butler, “Did my mother arrange this?”
The butler replied joyfully, “Yes, Mr. Graham. Mrs. Morales has sent me to fetch you and Ms. Mandy back to Filo Residence. A welcoming banquet has been prepared at the estate, all arranged personally by Mrs. Morales. If Ms. Merrill hadn’t arrived unexpectedly, Mrs. Morales would have come herself.”
Marcel and Jodie exchanged glances, relieved that Mrs. Morales wasn’t present. Otherwise, the situation would have been even more overwhelming. Their lady was quite something
“we’re going back to the Denning residence,” Wesley said calmly. “Tell my mother that Ene’s health isn’t fully restored yet. Ask her not to make such a fuss, as it might scare her.
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The butler looked at Emelie, whose pallor confirmed Wesley’s words. His expression became worried as he said, “Then, you should go back to the Denning residence to rest. Ms. Mandy, I wish you a speedy recovery. I keep you in my prayers.”
Emelie found the butler’s behavior a bit exaggerated. Maybe he had picked up some traits from foreigners. Although he was Cedonian, perhaps years abroad had changed him. Unsure of how to respond, she simply said, “Thank you
The butler seemed even more moved by her words. He took a step back and bowed deeply.
Emelie felt awkward upon receiving such a grand gesture from an elderly man and instinctively reached out to support him.
Wesley, however, shook his head. He seemed in be accustomed to the situation and led Emelie down the port steps.
At the bottom of the steps were a dozen luxurious cars. As they passed, the drivers stood at attention Emelie looked confused. Wesley pinched the bridge of his nose as if he had had enough of this display. He quietly said, “Marcel,”
Marcel immediately bred and signaled for the drivers to stop their synchronized display, preventing them from causing any more embarrassment
Wesley hurried Emelie forward His race pracy was apparent. Emelle glanced back at the cars and noticed a blue emblem with red patterns on their sides.
Was it a family crest? Were the letters on the family crest the word “Filo“? Was it the File Group or the Filo family?
The vehicle Wesley had arranged was spacious and comfortable. Once inside, Emelie asked, “Who are they? And who is Mandy?
“They are my mother’s staff,” Wesly explained. “My mother has a flamboyant personality. She knew we were arriving today and sent them to pick us up, intent.”
Emelielewale about Wesley’s mother. His parents had divorced a long time ago, and his mother had lived abroad ever since:
“Mandy “Wesley handed Emelie a cup of warm water. “Mindy was your original name.”
Her original name?
Emelie looked at him and gradually understood the situation.
Was her name Mandy Pierce? Was it the name given to her by die Pierce family?
Enelle tightened her grip on the cup. “What does the butler mean by ‘at’s been many years?
“He used to be the Pierce family’s butler. He saw you when you were just an infant. ”
So, the phrase “It’s been many years spanned a full 26 years.
A sense of nostalgia washed over Emelie. She looked out of the car window to see the butter s standing by the car and not leaving.
However, their vehicle soon drove away from the port, and the butler disappeared from view.
Emelle withdrew her gaze. She stated as the water in her cup rippled from the car’s motion.
They eventually arrived at a grand mansion. This was Wesley’s bome in Merrianna
From that day onward, they lived there.
but there was no ill
The weather in Merclanna was lovely, as it was often sunny with the mild temperatures of the season, Emelie enjoyed sitting on the garden swing each day while reading. When she grew tired, she would fall asleep right on the swing and often nap for the entire afternoon. When Wesley returned from his outings, he would find her deeply asleep on the couch, using her arm as a pillow.
He would then walk over and pick her up, along with the blanket, and carry her back to the room.
One day, Jodie followed behind them and said softly, “Although Ms. Hoven is conscious, she still sleeps a lot.”
alot”
Wesley looked down at the woman in his arms and tightened his grip. However, he seemed to have hurt her, as she frowned. He loosened his hold.
The light in the corridor tell on his charming face as he replied, “Her body hasn’t fully recovered yet. Have the maids prepare more medicinal meals.”
Excessive blood loss and a weakened constitution required plenty of rest to heal.
Jodie hesitated, then said, “Compared to her physical weakness, her mental state is more concerning.”
Since she had woken up on the yacht, melle had said little and displayed minimal emotions. She had not asked about anything related to Capebatt city. She had let them bring her free without protest
She never inquired about what to do or how things would unfold. She simply existed.
Now, she was like a hollow puppet.