Chapter 42


    Chapter 42


    Chapter 42


    | took a deep breath and said with a straight face, “Madam, since everything has been cleared up, don’t you think you owe us an


    apology?”


    The woman who was about to leave the scene spun around in shock, fixed her gaze on me. said, “Apologize for what? You just


    can’t let it go, huh?”


    and


    She had this bossy attitude, as if we were the ones causing trouble on purpose.


    | shielded Jason by my side and insisted, “You need to apologize to my uncle.”


    The woman rolled up her sleeves, ready to retort, but was interrupted by a new voice.


    “Mom, what''s going on here?”


    That voice sounded so familiar.


    | followed the sound and immediately saw the Maybach parked on the side of the road.


    And there were Hogan and Cecilia, standing in front of the car.


    Hogan was carrying two bottles of expensive wine, looking exactly like a son-inw visiting for the first time.


    Suddenly, it hit me why the location of my uncle’s workce had seemed familiar at first nce.


    Cecilia lived here too.


    Clearly, this middle-aged woman was Cecilia’s mom, Sibyl Irwin.This content provided by N(o)velDrama].[Org.


    Cecilia, dressed in a light blue knit dress and ck boots, walked up to me and asked in surprise. “Xaviera, what are you guys


    doing here?”


    Upon hearing this, Sibyl gave me a wary nce, adjusted her slightly ill-fitting Chanel jacket. and said, “Cecilia, is this the


    Xaviera you often talk about?”


    Cecilia’s expression froze for a second before returning to normal, saying, “Yes, Xaviera has always been very helpful to me at


    work.”


    Sibyl took another look at me, her tone noticeably warmer, “Ms. March, | don’t know you are my daughter''s colleague. Please


    don''t take offense.”


    With her saying that, if | kept pushing the issue, I’d juste off as someone who can’t take a step back even when I’m in the


    right.


    Thinking about how my uncle still needed to work here, | decided to downy the situation, “It’s all a misunderstanding; it’s good


    that it’s resolved.”


    Sibyl visibly breathed a sigh of relief, quickly shifting her gaze to Hogan, smiling as she said. “Cecilia, is this Mr. Zade?”


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    Hogan was in a dark patterned sult that day, looking sharp, and with his striking features, it made Sibyl smile from ear to ear.


    No wonder, with Hogan’s assets, there weren’t many future mothers—inw who wouldn''t be pleased.


    Hogan also adopted the humble demeanor of a prospective son-inw, politely greeting her, “Hello, Mrs. Sibyl.”


    As he spoke, Jason by my side stiffened visibly. | btedly realized and grabbed his arm, saying, “We have other things to take


    care of, so we won''t disturb you any longer.”


    But Jason didn’t want to leave, ring fiercely at Hogan.


    His eyes were undisguised with loathing, and he wasn’t trying to hide it.


    Hogan, keenly aware of the challenging re, frowned slightly.


    | felt a pang of anxiety, breaking out in a cold sweat, and could only plead, “Uncle, I’m hungry.”


    Hearing this, Jason reacted as if struck by lightning, reluctantly looked away, and his expression softened a bit as he nced at


    me with concern.


    That was the first thing | said when | woke up after that incident.


    Out of the blue. Cecilia offered, “Xaviera, if you don’t mind, why don’t we have lunch at my ce? My dad’s cooking is really


    good.”


    | was at a loss for words.


    What was she up to, inviting us like this?


    After a moment, it dawned on me; she was probably just being polite, especially in front of Hogan.


    But this time, Jason, with a stern face, said, “No need, | will cook for Xaviera.”


    His tone was so firm it was almost rigid,


    Back at the staff dormitory, Jason did as he said, using themunal kitchen to whip up two dishes and a soup for me.


    The vegetables were all grown by him and my aunt back home.


    Looking at the weathered middle-aged man in front of me, someone | deeply respected, my eyes welled up, and | almost cried.


    “There are plenty of good men out there,” he said mechanically, serving food into my bowl, “Xaviera, y-you are outstanding; you


    will ffind someone better.”


    | choked down a bite of food, feeling a dense throb of pain in my chest, almost suffocating.


    On the way back, | immediately called Wallis.


    “Reach out to Frank proactively?” Wallis was puzzled, “But would a big shot like him even care


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    about us?”


    | was calm, “We have to give it a try.”


    It was only by trying that we would know if there was another possibility.