NovelFinishChapter 198 Mila knew she couldn't let Aunt Edith worry any longer. At her age, too much stress could be dangerous. Mila was genuinely afraid of what might happen if her aunt got too upset.
"I should have seen it coming! That scoundrel, that little rascal is a menace! The whole family must be crazy to raise such a troublemaker," Aunt Edith ranted, her voice full of fury.
"Aunt Edith, please don't-" Mila tried to interject.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Don't what?" Aunt Edith snapped.
"Nothing," Mila mumbled.
Seeing her aunt nearly explode with anger, Mila thought better of saying something like 'don't generalize like that.' Instead, she switched tactics, trying to soothe her with gentle words.
After a few more colorful insults, Aunt Edith suddenly went quiet, causing Mila's heart to skip a beat.
"Aunt Edith? Aunt Edith?" she called out anxiously.
"Ms. Sutherland, don't worry, I'm here," cthe calm voice of Sophie, Aunt Edith's personal assistant, who was always by her side.
Feeling slightly reassured, Mila asked quickly, "How is my aunt doing now?" There was the sound of pills rattling and water being drunk before Jade's voice returned, sounding a bit more composed. "I'm fine. What are you planning to do?" Relieved that her aunt's emotional state was stabilizing, Mila felt a weight lift off her shoulders. "I'll consult with the lawyer to see if we can appeal the case. I'm sure we have a chance of winning this time, or Lysander wouldn't be acting so extreme." "Alright, as long as you know what you're doing," Jade replied.
She added, "It's the peak of fashion week here, so I can't cback right now. Make sure to hire sextra security for yourself, and updateon the legal situation so I can stay informed." "I will," Mila promised.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"You better mean it this time!" Jade suddenly lashed out. "If you knew anything, you wouldn't have gotten involved with such a lunatic! Next tyou bring hsomeone like that, don't bother callingyour aunt!" Mila winced at the scolding but nodded along, promising to do better. After a few more warnings, the line went dead.
Just as she was about to call the one lawyer she could remember from the legal team, she heard a child's voice shouting from outside, "Mr. Leonard, Dad said Mom's back, is that true?" Meanwhile, Miranda had just hung up the phone and was plotting her escape. Lysander's men had dropped her off at home, where her father had promptly put her under house arrest, telling her to reflect on her actions and forbidding her from going out. It was partly to keep her out of trouble, too. The Montgomeries were not a family anyone wanted to cross.
But there was a big problem at the Bamboo Grove that couldn't be ignored. If someone starved down there, they'd be in real trouble. Miranda, who had been locked up more times than she could count for her mischief, quickly jimmied the lock and slipped out the back door, making her way over the garden wall and sneaking away. After running for what felt like ages, she finally reached a busy street, hailed a cab, and headed straight for the Bamboo Grove Residences. She hoped that the person in the basement was okay. They really couldn't afford another mess right now; things had been going horribly lately.
But little did she know, when it rains, it pours.
As she opened the villa's front door and moved towards the basement entrance, she froze, eyes wide with shock, hands slowly raising in surrender.
The basement door, once securely locked, was wide open. Roland stood casually leaning against the wall, a gun pointed nonchalantly in her direction, a lazy smile on his face.
"Ms. Wayne," he drawled. "Let's talk about a little partnership, shall we? For the sake of your... good friend." Talk or not, could he please put the gun down? Who negotiates like this? Miranda was speechless.
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