The Jilted Heiress' Return to the High Life - Chapter 32

Chapter 32:

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“Thank you for that.”

Evelyn chuckled heartily.

“You came to keep me company, so I should be thanking you.”

Time drifted on, and soon Evelyn couldn’t suppress a quiet yawn.

Seeing this, Corrine softened, guilt tinging her voice.

“I’ve gone on too long, haven’t I? You’ve just come out of the hospital. You really need to rest.” She stood, intending to take her leave, but Evelyn’s hand shot out, gripping hers tightly.

“It’s not often you sit down and talk with me,” Evelyn said, her tone almost pleading.

“Now that you’re here, why not stay for dinner? Keep this old woman company a little longer.”

Evelyn didn’t let her finish.

“I know, I know. I’m just an old woman who must seem like a nuisance to you young folks. Always so busy, day and night, with no time to spare, not even for a meal.”

She glanced at Corrine with a forlorn expression before lowering her gaze, her sigh heavy with melancholy.

“But it’s fine. If you want to leave, just go. I’ve been alone for years. I’m used to it.”

Corrine hesitated, guilt pricking her like needles. Her thoughts wandered to her grandfather, who used to voice the same laments about being left alone. She hadn’t been there for him all these years. Had he also managed the heavy mantle of the Ford family on his own, with no one by his side?

Finally, Corrine sighed, giving in.

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“Fine. I’ll stay. But you have to promise to rest for a while first.”

Evelyn’s face lit up instantly.

“Alright, alright! But don’t you go back on your word!”

Faced with Evelyn’s almost childlike stubbornness, Corrine laughed softly.

“I wouldn’t dare.”

After helping Evelyn to her bedroom, Corrine was shown to a guest room by a maid.

The space was styled in muted tones of black and white, exuding an air of quiet sophistication while feeling slightly cold.

Corrine took in the minimalistic furnishings, her senses picking up on the faint, soothing scent of fir that lingered in the air.

Her bare feet sank into the plush wool carpet as she crossed the room to the window.

The view beyond was breathtaking—an unobstructed panorama of the estate’s garden. Every detail of the landscape was a testament to the owner’s refined taste and meticulous care.

As she was lost in contemplation, the phone on the bed rang. There was no need to wonder who would be calling at this hour.

Corrine’s fingers danced across the screen as she accepted the call.

“Corrine, shouldn’t you be in the ward?” Karina’s concerned voice flowed from the speaker, reaching Corrine’s attentive ears. With a soft smile, Corrine responded, “I’ve stepped out and won’t be back for a while. Could you let the doctor know for me?”

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