Chapter 324
Maurice maintained his usual composed demeanor, exuding that scholarly, polite air as he replied, “Of course.”
Felicia’s lips curled into a bright smile. “Thank you in advance, Mr. Glovers.”
The atmosphere remained pleasant, at least on the surface.
Just as Felicia was about to leave, a small group appeared on the path ahead. Leading them was an elderly woman with a kind face, supported on either side by maids. Her steps were hurried as she made her way toward the hot spring. The men carrying Felicia’s medical kit immediately greeted, “Mrs. Glovers Senior.”
Felicia raised an eyebrow but said nothing.
Kelsey, upon reaching Maurice and seeing him standing, broke into a beaming smile. Her joy was palpable, her voice trembling with emotion. “Wonderful! Absolutely wonderful! My grandson is standing again!”
She clasped her hands together and murmured “Praise be!” several times before speaking again.
“This is the best news I’ve heard in years! But you, child, how could you keep such a thing from me? I only heard about it through the maids!”
Maurice’s lips curved slightly, but his eyes showed no warmth. “You’ve been so focused on your prayers; I didn’t want to disturb you.”
“No way!” Kelsey wiped at the tears forming in her eyes. “How could this be a disturbance? I’ve been praying every day for your legs to heal, and now, they finally have! It’s nothing short of a miracle!” Her voice cracked with joy as she spoke, her delight evident.
But Maurice’s response was distant, his tone lukewarm. His eyes carried a faint trace of mockery buried deep within their calm surface.
Felicia blinked, catching the subtle tension between them.
Still, she had no interest in getting involved in family affairs, especially not those that looked as murky as the Glovers family. Staying out of it was her best bet.
She was about to slip away when Maurice, ever the tactician, brought the conversation back to her.
“It’s all thanks to this miracle doctor,” he said smoothly. “She’s the one who healed my legs.”
Kelsey turned her attention to Felicia for the first time. With her maids’ help, she approached, her kind expression growing even softer.
“Ms. Fuller, you’ve done such a
wonderful thing for my grandson. You’re an honored friend to the Glovers family now. If you ever find yourself in trouble, know that we will
do whatever we can
Her words carried weight, and her tone was warm and genuine. The light scent of sandalwood clung to her, complementing the serene air she carried.
Felicia smiled politely, though inwardly, she mused, “I’m in trouble right now. Perhaps Mr. Glovers could start by letting me leave tomorrow after the last treatment.” But, of course, she knew better.
Rumors swirled outside about
friction between Maurice and his grandmother, and judging by his attitude, there was likely some truth to them. The Glovers family’s dynamics seemed as complex as they were volatile.
Felicia wasn’t interested in finding out. She exchanged a few pleasantries before politely excusing herself and heading back to her suite in Bamboo Court.
Once back, the men placed her medical kit down and said respectfully, “Ms. Fuller, please let us know if you need anything.”
“Got it.”
Hunger gnawed at Felicia, who hadn’t eaten much earlier. She casually instructed one of the maids, “Make me some pasta. Add some prawns.”
Being treated as an honored guest in the Glovers estate meant Felicia had no shortage of attendants. Several maids had been assigned to her over the past week, taking care of her every need. Still, the one who stood out most was the maid with the disfigured face.
The woman worked diligently, never saying much and always keeping her head down. She hovered silently around Felicia. Her presence felt but unobtrusive.
Before long, the scarred maid
entered the suite with a steaming plate of pasta. The aroma wafted through the room, prompting Felicia to lift her gaze from her laptop, where yet another game of cards was open.
The pasta looked springy and topped with a perfectly cooked prawn and a sprinkle of parsley.
Felicia sat down at the table and started eating, savoring the meal.
The maid quietly stepped out.
When Felicia finished, the same woman reappeared to clear the table.