Chapter 562 A Hollow <b>Puppet</b>


    “Mandy


    Imelle was taken aback when she heard that name.


    She Instinctively nced at Wesley, who then asked the old butler, “Did my mother arrange this?”


    The butler replied <b>joyfully</b>, “Yes, Mr. Graham. Mrs. Morales has sent me to fetch you and Ms. Mandy back to Filo Residence. A weing banquet has been prepared at the estate, all arranged personally by Mrs. Morales. If Ms. Merrill hadn’t arrived unexpectedly<b>, </b>Mrs. Morales would havee herself.”


    Marcel and Jodie exchanged nces, relieved that Mrs. Morales wasn’t present. Otherwise, the situation would have been even more overwhelming. Theirdy was quite something


    “we’re going back to the Denning residence,” Wesley <b>said </b>calmly. “Tell my mother that Ene’s health isn’t fully restored yet. Ask her not to make such a fuss, <b>as </b>it might scare her.


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    The butler looked at Emelie, whose pallor confirmed Wesley’s words. His expression became worried as he said, “Then, you should go back to the Denning residence <b>to </b>rest. Ms. Mandy, I wish you <b>a </b>speedy recovery. I keep you in my prayers.”


    Emelie found the butler’s behavior a bit exaggerated. Maybe he had picked up some traits from foreigners. Although he was Cedonian, perhaps years <b>abroad </b><b>had </b>changed him. Unsure of how to respond, she simply said, “Thank you


    The butler seemed even <b>more </b>moved by her words. He took a step back and bowed deeply.


    Emelie felt awkward upon receiving such a grand gesture from <b>an </b>elderly man and instinctively reached out to support him.


    Wesley, however, shook his head. He seemed in be ustomed to the situation and led Emelie down the port steps.


    At the bottom of the steps were a dozen luxurious cars. As they passed, the drivers stood at attention Emelie looked confused. Wesley pinched the bridge of his nose as if he had had enough of this disy. He quietly said, “Marcel,”


    Marcel immediately bred and signaled for the drivers to stop their synchronized disy, preventing them from causing any more embarrassment


    Wesley hurried Emelie forward His race pracy was apparent. <b>Emelle </b>nced back at the cars and noticed a blue emblem with red patterns on their sides.


    Was it a family crest? Were the letters on the family crest the word “Filo“? Was it the File Group or the Filo family?


    The vehicle Wesley had arranged was spacious <b>and </bfortable. Once inside, Emelie asked, “Who are they? And who is Mandy?


    “They are my mother’s staff,” Wesly exined. “<b>My </b>mother has a mboyant personality. She knew we were arriving <b>today </b>and sent them to pick us up, intent.”


    Emelielewale about Wesley’s mother. His parents had divorced <b>a </b><b>long </b>time ago, <b>and </b>his mother had lived abroad ever since:


    “Mandy “Wesley handed Emelie a cup of warm water. “Mindy was your original name.”


    Her original name?


    Emelie looked at him and gradually understood the situation.


    <b>Was </b><b>her </b>name Mandy <b>Pierce</b>? Was it the name given to her by die Pierce family?


    Enelle tightened her grip on the cup. “What does the butler mean by ‘at’s been many years?


    “He used to be the Pierce family’s butler. He saw you when you were just an infant. ”


    So, the phrase “It’s been many years spanned a full 26 years.


    A <b>sense </b>of nostalgia washed over Emelie. She looked out of the car window to see the butter s standing by the car <b>and </b>not <b>leaving</b>.


    However, their vehicle soon drove away from the port, and the butler disappeared from view.


    Emelle withdrew her gaze. She stated as the water in her cup rippled from the car’s motion.


    <b>They </b>eventually arrived at a grand mansion. This was Wesley’s bome in Merrianna


    From that day onward, they lived there.Content ? N?velDrama.Org 2024.


    but there was no ill


    The weather in Mernna was lovely, as it was often sunny with the mild temperatures of the season, Emelie enjoyed sitting on the garden swing each day while reading. When she grew tired, she would fall asleep right on the swing and often nap for the entire afternoon. When Wesley returned from his outings, he <b>would </b>find her deeply asleep on the couch, using her arm as <b>a </b>pillow.


    He would then walk over and pick her up<b>, </b>along with the nket, and carry her back to the room.


    One day, Jodie followed behind them and said softly, “Although Ms. Hoven is conscious, she still sleeps a lot.”


    alot”


    Wesley looked down at the woman in his arms and tightened his grip. However, he seemed to have hurt her, as she frowned. He loosened his hold.


    The light in the corridor tell on his charming face as he replied, “Her body <b>hasn’t </b>fully recovered yet. Have the maids prepare more medicinal meals.”


    Excessive blood <b>loss </b>and a weakened constitution required plenty of rest to heal.


    Jodie hesitated, then said, “Compared to her physical weakness, her mental state is more concerning.”


    Since she had woken up on the yacht, melle had said little and disyed minimal emotions. She had not asked about anything rted <b>to </b>Capebatt city. She had let them bring her free without protest


    She never inquired <b>about </b>what to do or how things would <b>unfold</b>. She simply existed.


    Now, <b>she </b>was like a hollow puppet.