NovelEnglishChapter 957 Forcibly Stopping the Car "Whoa! So many options for breakfast today." Claire wore a black dress, looking gracefully. "My favorite soymilk.
Finnley also likes it. The chef hasn't made it for a long time." "You are right, Lady Claire," the maid answered, "Madam Mya also likes it." "Madam Mya?" Claire hadn't gotten used to it as it was the first time she heard what the maids called Mya. "Does Mya like it, too?" "Yes." "| see. Mya, we have a lot of things in common." Finnley and Mya heard her excited chirps as soon as entering the dining room. She was indeed worry-freed.
Mya envied her, thinking her happiness had long gone. After her father was arrested, her family and she were always frustrated.
"Morning, Finnley. Morning Mya." Claire beamed at them and stood up. "You are awake. Come one. Let's have breakfast." "Morning, Claire." Mya asked, "Didn't you go on a trip? Why did you return so quickly?" "| saw your dad's news," Claire blurted out, "I was freaked out, so | came back immediately. Is it challenging?" Silence blanketed the dining room for a moment.
It seemed to be inappropriate to discuss such a topic in Russell's Villa.
Finnley mediated, "Claire, you are too young. Don't put your nose into the grownups' business. Eat your food.
Mya, sit down." Claire realized something and stopped asking.
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The air in the dining room was filled with awkwardness.
After breakfast, Finnley and Mya bid the Russells farewell and were about to go home.
"Are you leaving now?" Claire asked in confusion, walking them to the yard.
Mya nodded silently, and so did Finnley. He opened the door of the passenger side of the Maybach.
"Be careful while driving," Violet reminded them.
"OK. Mom." Mya and Finnley sat in. All watched them leave.
"Aunt Violet." Claire looked at her and asked worriedly, "Will Mayor Saunders be sentenced to death?" "Not sure," Violet answered indifferently, heading back to her room.
Claire and Albert exchanged a glance in silence.
Shortly after the white Maybach left Russell's Villa, a black car ran straight to them on the same lane. Finnley immediately stepped on the gas.
The black car stopped at almost the same time, only half a yard away from the Maybach.
Finnley and Mya could tell people in the car were with evil intentions.
Mya looked at Finnley, who kept clinical. Then they saw the door of the driver's side was open.
Pierre got off in a black suit with a white flower on his chest.
Finnley and Mya were shocked, wondering if Eloise had passed away.
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Simultaneously, they unbuckled the seat belts and got off.
Pierre stared at Finnley coldly in complaints. "Finnley, is your heart made of stone? Why didn't you pick up our calls last night?" 'Was the call from the Calders last night?’ Mya's heart sank. She looked at Finnley, who gazed at the white flower on Pierre's chest.
Finnley realized the call was made before Eloise passed away.
"The doctor announced the night was her last night. She had called your name for a whole day. In the end, when she was already too weak, she was still calling you." Thinking of his daughter's pitiful look, Pierre felt a sharp pang in his heart.
"If it weren't for Eloise, do you think you would have got married? Think about it!" "You wouldn't have got married all your lives. Mayor Saunders has been arrested. Your father wouldn't have let you marry the woman next to you." Mya's heart sank.
While Pierre thought Finnley would apologize, Finnley's phone rang.
He pulled his phone out and checked the caller ID. Then he swiped to answer, "Hello, Mr. Marsh?" Ivan said something. Finnley replied, "OK. Be right there." "Sorry, Mr. Calder." Finnley pulled Mya back to the car. After backing for a few years, he turned the steering wheel and pulled his car away.
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