NovelEnglishChapter 300 What Lies Beneath
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Aubrey spoke with the scalm detachment throughout. Even when she admitted that, at
thirteen or fourteen, she had wanted to kill Aurelia, her tone never wavered.
Wemble’s brows drew together slightly, but soon smoothed as he put on his gentle smile again.
He asked a question that seemed almost trivial. “So, did you ever rent that dress?”
Aubrey'’s lips curved. “No.”
“Why not?”
“Because the money humiliated me. I didn’t even go to the dance. | exchanged the nine hundred for
coins and skipped them across the lake...”
Wemble blinked in surprise. Aubrey smiled faintly, and in her eyes a glimmer of starlight seemed to
flash. “Surprised? But that’s when I learned how to skip stones. The ripples spreading across the
moonlit water... it was beautiful.”
still, the thought pricked at him: that night by the lake, had she been smiling? Or crying? The image
tugged at him until something sharp twisted in his chest.
Meeting her gaze, Wemble asked slowly, “And now? Do you still want that dress?”
Aubrey rose to her feet. Whatever warmth had lingered in her expression vanished. The instant she stood, she
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtwas once again the sas when she had first entered-sharp as a blade.
Her lips tilted with faint disdain, yet her words seemed to carry something deeper.
“I used to want it. But now, | don’t.”
When Aubrey stepped out, Adelyn immediately hurried over. “Well, Aubrey? How do
Aubrey smiled lightly and nodded, “Good. Mr. Wemble is a good man.”
“That’s wonderful...”
you feel?”
Adelyn searched her expression but found nothing she could read. Aubrey added, “It’s late. | need to return to
the lab. That's my most important task. But thank you-truly. You're the one who treatsbest in this world. I'm
grateful my mother had a friend like you.”
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“Silly child, what are you saying...” Adelyn’s eyes reddened at her words. “I don’t have a daughter of my own, so
of course I've always treated you like mine... Go on, don’t worry about me. I'll speak with Mr. Wemble a bit. But
don’t stay up too late-remember to rest, alright?”
“Yes.”
Aubrey felt a small sweetness well up inside her, a warmth she rarely knew. When it cto the love of a
mother, Adelyn gave her everything she had ever longed for.
After Aubrey left, Henry returned, though their paths never crossed. In such a sprawling estate, it wasn’t unusual
to miss each other.
“How did it go?” he asked.
“I was just about to ask,” Adelyn replied. “Perfect timing-you cback. Let's go hear from him together, see if
Aubrey’s condition is serious...”
Inside, Wemble was still deep in thought. When Henry entered, he rose with a courteous smile.
“Alpha. Madam Adelyn.”
“No need to be so formal, Mr. Wemble,” Adelyn said warmly. “You spoke with Aubrey for quite a
while just now. What do you
think...2”
At the mention of her name, Wemble’s smile froze for a fraction of a second before he answered
slowly.
“You don’t need to worry too much. From what I’ve observed, Ms. Mary does have some
psychological issues—but nothing severe.”
“Then what exactly is the situation?”
Henry lowered himself into the chair Aubrey had occupied earlier. His deep purple shirt clung to his
frame, accentuating every line of muscle. Whether standing or sitting, his presence pressed heavily
on the room.
Wemble studied him quietly. In his eyes, Henry was the type of man who drew sharp lines between
love and hate-domineering, arrogant, difficult to approach. The kind of man who would never lower
himself for an omega female.
And
yet,
he had given his heart to Aubrey.
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