NovelEnglishChapter 9 In the grand manor, Marina wept as if the sky itself were falling.
Upon seeing Gwendolyn and Roselind return, she wiped away her tears and said, "Madam, Mr. Bainbridge stormed into Howard's room with a doctor and drew a whole syringe of blood." "Where are they now?" "Still in the room." Roselind clutched her chest, her footsteps erratic as she bolted toward the staircase. In her haste, her high heels gave way, twisting her ankle. Gwendolyn quickly reached out to steady her.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Thank you." Roselind uttered, her voice tight and choked.
As they approached the corridor, they saw the master bedroom door ajar.
A young man with sharp, hawk-like eyes behind gold-rimmed glasses stood there. His hair was meticulously combed and he was dressed in the finest attire. A smirk played on his lips as he looked toward them. His gaze swept over Gwendolyn with a hint of frost.
"Roselind, so this is the country bumpkin you've brought in? Howard, once the pride of the heavens, has now settled for a village maiden?" "Bainbridge, what exactly are you trying to do?" Roselind demanded coldly.
Bainbridge was smug. "I'm here on Warren's orders to have the doctor check on Howard. Have you misunderstood something?" "Are you done? Then please leave." "You shouldn't speak tolike that. We have been tirelessly searching for Mr. White for years and always have more leads than your branch of the family.” Warren had been seriously injured in his youth. With the coming winter, his limbs ached unbearably. After all the specialist doctors had failed to cure him, his hopes lay with the renowned Mr. White.
Satisfied by Roselind's grimace, Bainbridge let out a smug laugh, "I'll take my leave now." Bainbridge walked away with a triumphant air, the years of being overshadowed by Howard dissipated.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmHow could a cripple be fit to becthe next heir of the Chadwick family? Roselind bit her lip as she watched them leave, a sharp pain shooting through her ankle with every step.
"Letlook at that," Gwendolyn said, helping her sit down in the hallway. Her slender fingers skillfully manipulated Roselind's ankle, "It's okay, no bone damage." 1/2 14-15 Chapter 9 It was unclear what she did, but with a few twists, Roselind was able to stand and walk.
Tears welled up in Roselind's eyes as she looked towards the closed door, then turned her gaze to Gwendolyn, "Gwendolyn, could I ask you to take care of Howard for me? My foot will be fine. but he needs attention." A mother knows her child best.
After Bainbridge's disturbance, who knew what state Howard was in? He was too proud to let his kin see him in a moment of humiliation.
Gwendolyn, perceptive as ever, understood immediately.
She nodded solemnly and said, "I'll go in. Marina, please help Mrs. Chadwick to rest." "Alright."
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