Back at Donovan’s house, Alice was a bit worried when both Donovan and Queenie hadn’t returned
after quite some time.
Finally, she lost her patience. “I hope nothing bad happened. No, I should call them and ask about their
whereabouts.”
Ava smiled and persuaded, “Hey, don’t. Have you forgotten how the youngsters nowadays don’t like
eating at home? Perhaps they found a restaurant they preferred out there when they wandered around.
Thus, stop worrying about them. Let’s start eating.”
Convinced, Alice quickly put down her phone.
“You’re right. How silly of me. I nearly disturbed them.”
Soon after that, Arielle and the others arrived at her new house.
Donovan’s mood finally elevated at the sight of the shabby furnishing in her house.
“Trish, help me to pour some tea for them. I’ll wash the vegetables first.”
“All right.” Trisha mustered her courage and did as instructed.
After taking a sip of the tea, Queenie stood up. “You’re guests as well. So, sit down, please. Since I
know how to cook, I’ll help Arielle.”
With that, she headed toward the kitchen.
When she stepped into the small, open kitchen, she couldn’t help but feel suffocated.
While trying hard to hide her discomfort, she approached Arielle. “Let me help to wash the vegetables.”
“There’s no need for that. You’re a guest, so you should stay put.”
“Don’t worry about it. I work in a hospital, so I’m used to a busy schedule that I can’t sit still without
doing anything.”
Upon hearing her passionate remarks, Arielle had no choice but to accept her offer. “In that case,
please help me with the cabbage.”
“Okay.” Queenie wasted no time and started washing the cabbage.
Halfway through her chores, she cast a glance at Arielle and asked worriedly, “Arielle, you must be
living a difficult life after your family chased you out.”
Arielle paused as hostility flashed across her eyes.
As quick-witted as her, she instantly sensed that Queenie wasn’t as easy to get along with as she
looked.
A moment later, she replied calmly, “Not really.”
Queenie lowered her gaze and chuckled. “How can it not be? You don’t have to act tough. If you face
difficulties in the future, you can find Mr. Baxter or me for help.”
“Thank you.” Arielle’s tone was placid at that point.
Yet, Queenie continued, “You all have misunderstood. I’d never met Mr. Baxter before, and today
marks our first meeting. Our mothers are close friends, but both of us are only friends. So, I’m not his
wife.”
Arielle nodded nonchalantly. After all, she didn’t care about their relationship at all.
Seeing that, Queenie instantly understood that Arielle had no feelings toward Donovan at all.
Seemingly, Donovan is carrying a torch for her. Well, I should help him then.
“Oh, right! I need to thank you for donating ten robotic pacemakers to our hospital. However, they are
expensive. Moreover, there seems to be something odd with Sann Group — it’s normally difficult to
purchase their products. So, how did you manage to even buy ten of them at one go?”
While mincing the meat, Arielle answered, “I asked my friend, who happened to know the boss of Sann
Group to help me with that.“
“Is it?” Queenie then glanced at Jared in the living room and asked, “Was Mr. Jupiter the one who
helped you?”
Arielle hesitated for a moment and nodded. “Yes.”
“Oh! No wonder!”
I knew it! She can never afford ten robotic pacemakers by herself.
Initially, she had assumed that Vinson was the one who helped Arielle. Now that she got the answer,
relief washed over her.
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