Chapter 69
Chapter 69 I’ll Help You
Daphne’s voice was loud enough for Finley to hear in the study, but he remained silent this time.
She frowned and wondered. Does Mr. Dean really not care about Mrs. Dean anymore?
She pulled Samantha to the side and said, “Mrs. Dean, I don’t know what’s going on. But they’re trying to kick you out. But trust me, Mr. Dean still has you in his heart. After all, he’s had eight wives, and you’re the only one not scared of him and treats him so well.
“You’re his light. He would never let go of you if he was well. But of course, if he has any troubles, he won’t let go of you when he realizes his feelings, So Mrs. Dean, trust me. Mr. Dean still loves you.
To help Mr. Dean realize his feelings, I’ll mistreat you in front of him for the time being. I hope you don’t mind. But when Mr. Dean isn’t around, you are still Mrs. Dean. You can do whatever you want.”
Samantha was touched by Daphne’s words. “Thank you, Daphne.”
“I should thank you instead, Mrs. Dean. You’ll be the one by Mr. Dean’s side in the future. I see all the things you do for him.”
Daphne paused and continued, “Mrs. Dean, Mr. Dean sent someone down the mountain to pick Amy up today. During this time, he’ll definitely make things difficult for you and will allow Amy to bully you. So, you must stay strong
Samantha chuckled at her words, “Don’t worry, Daphne. Amy can’t bully me. I won’t leave Finley because of her too. I like him more than you do, after all.”
Samantha shook her head at this point, “No, not like, but love. I love Finley very much.”
Daphne could see the light in Samantha’s eyes whenever she talked about Finley. It was a light that shone through from loving someone deeply. It seems that the wife Old Mr. Dean found for Mr. Dean this time must truly love Mr. Dean.NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.
She then said, “Alright, Mrs. Dean, go rest for now. I’ll let you know when Mr. Dean is here.”
“Okay.”
Samantha then whipped out the phone she bought with Amy’s card the day before to exchange numbers with Daphne before going about her things.
She had asked the man who sold white mice, Jerry Burgess, to prepare the medicine according to the prescription she gave him. She couldn’t possibly watch him prepare it daily, so she asked him to call her whenever there was any progress. He agreed, so she bought a phone nearby to keep in touch with him.
Samantha then walked to the side to call him. It rang for a while before he picked up. She then asked, “How’s the progress? How many doses have you made now?”
Jerry was busy recording as he answered, “I’m making 10 doses at a time, and I’m recording the sequence as well. I did a rough calculation. There are dozens of poisonous herbs here. If I test this with the sequence you gave me, I’d need a month to complete the testing, miss.”
“You can hire someone to help you. Increase the doses you make daily. Try to complete it within two weeks.”