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Chapter 623
"Thinking about the contract stuff."
It was just a hunch he had, but Jerome hesitated for a moment, choosing not to voice it out loud.
Nelson, with a serious tone, reminded, "When it comes to work, think about work. But when you're looking for someone for Andrea, don't just consider their capabilities. The key is to find someone who knows how to cherish her, not someone like Remington. That's a definite no-go."
"Grandpa's right," Jerome said, a slight smile playing on his lips.
"Ah, poor Liz. It's strange, though, I feel just as upset when she's mistreated as I do when Andrea is. But at the end of the day, she's not related by blood, so it's not really our place to interfere too much. If I hadn't been so sure that your aunt didn't have twins, and that Andrea was definitely your aunt's daughter, I'd start wondering if Liz was a part of the Madden family too."
Nelson sighed again, and Jerome's grip on the steering wheel tightened slightly.
That was also his point of confusion. Eight years ago, Mrs. Bernice Madden began to show signs of dementia and started not recognizing people, but she was especially averse to Andrea. Insisting Andrea wasn't her niece's child, so Nelson secretly had a DNA test done between Andrea and the Maddens. The results showed no issues. That's why, when he first saw Lizetta and thought she resembled Elsa, he didn't think much of it....
But could it be possible that the DNA test back then was falsified?
As Jerome pondered, furrowing his brow slightly, Remington had already left the hospital. At his feet was the bag Jerome had given him.
"Mr. Remington Dashiell, are you really going to bring these to the missus? Want me to chuck it in the back?" Ray got in the car, following Remington's gaze to the bag on the floor.
Remington reached into the bag,
pulling out the topmost rectangular velvet box. He opened the box to reveal a delicately hand-sewn pink sachet, embroidered with beautiful gardenia patterns. The herbs inside must have been specially selected, exuding a refreshing and subtle fragrance.
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"Knife." Remington caressed the sachet briefly before extending his hand towards Ray. Ray immediately handed over his pocketknife, and Remington carefully cut open the stitches along the edge of the sachet. Soon, a tiny tracking device was pushed out from the opened seam.
Ray's expression darkened, "Clever move, Jerome. Really sneaky!"
Had Mr. Remington Dashiell not been cautious and discovered this, was Jerome planning to sneak in under the cover of night?
A flicker of coldness flashed in Remington's eyes as he rolled down the window and tossed the tracker outside. The device rolled into the middle of the street, quickly crushed into pieces by a passing car. Remington handed the torn sachet back to Ray, instructing, "Have someone stitch this up."
"Mr. Remington Dashiell still plans to give it to the missus, huh?" Jerome was clearly trying to undermine, and Mr. Remington Dashiell was just letting him? No, that's not right. The missus and Mr. Remington Dashiell are divorced now; she's not really M. Remington Dashiell's to worry about anymore.
"She had a connection with Mrs. Bernice Madden. Mrs. Bernice Madden made it for her; she'll be happy to receive it," Remington said, closing his eyes.
Ray, holding the sachet, silently
sighed. He thought, in the past, when Lizetta and Remington had arguments, it was always Fiona who mediated. But now, if the elders are also getting involved, clearly Mr. Madden is winning; after all, they have a grandfather on their side.Material © NôvelDrama.Org.
Upon returning to the villa, Remington inquired about Lizetta's condition. The maid, Cara, smiled, "The missus woke up feeling much better, ate quite a bit at lunch, and went back to sleep not long after. I just checked on her; she's still asleep."
Hearing that Lizetta had managed to eat on her own lifted some of the gloom from Remington's demeanor, his usually furrowed brows relaxing slightly.