The beautiful spring noon passed amidst chaos, and no one from the Weaver Family had lunch, each returning to their rooms.
Isabella Weaver stood by the window on her room’s balcony, looking at the scenery outside, and a small smile appeared on her face.
Her mother thought of her as the "only one"!
Her mother must have loved her, right?
She extended her hand out the window, and the spring breeze gently brushed her palm. If her mother were still alive, she would probably caress her like this, lovingly.
"Knock, knock, knock!"
There was a knock on the door. Isabella turned around and saw a servant carrying water and a al walk in.
She bowed respectfully, "Second Miss, I made a little sothing for you to eat, see if it suits your taste."
Isabella was a bit surprised, "Are you new here?"
"Yes."
"No wonder. You don’t have to bring it to in the future, otherwise if Madam finds out, you’ll be kicked out soon."
The servant raised her head and smiled, "Second Miss is kind-hearted, I’ll rember that."
She turned to leave, but Isabella stopped her, "Take the food away, I’m not hungry."
In fact, she didn’t dare eat anything from this house. When sothing unusual happens, there must be a reason. How would Rose Parker, with her managent skills, allow such a slip by a servant?
She appreciated the servant’s good intentions but maintained enough vigilance.
The servant hesitated for a mont and then whispered, "Second Miss, I work for Young Master Hunter, so you can eat it without worry."
Isabella was stunned, soone from Harry Hunter? Had Harry Hunter already placed people within the Weaver Family?
The servant, afraid she wouldn’t believe, pointed to the dish she prepared, "Young Master Hunter said you love shrimp. In case you return ho, he instructed to specifically make it for you."
Isabella looked at the generously portioned fresh shrimp noodle soup and smiled, "Alright, thank you!"
This was indeed her favorite dish, and the first dish she had ever invited Harry Hunter to eat. She didn’t expect he would instruct the Weaver Family’s servant to make it for her!
Once the servant left, she sat at the table, drinking the delicious soup, and finished the seafood noodles and a few side dishes completely.
Filled both physically and spiritually, warmth spread throughout her body.
There are indeed many benefits to marrying Harry Hunter!
She pulled up a chair, sat on the balcony, enjoying the breeze, and suddenly felt that each mont in the Weaver Family was not so unbearable after all.
She relaxed and unknowingly fell asleep. She didn’t know how long had passed when she was suddenly awakened by the sound of talking.
Isabella concentrated and listened for a while, then frowned.
She got up and walked out of her room, looking down from the second floor, she saw Christopher Weaver and two others sitting on the sofa in the living room, across from them sat Cherry Lewis in a white outfit.
Next to Cherry Lewis was an older woman, dressed elegantly and looking quite authoritative.
"...Our Lewis Family and the Hunter Family have been family friends for generations. It’s only natural for the children of both families to be engaged. Cherry and Harry Hunter have always had a good relationship. It’s just when they got engaged, the two of them had a quarrel and had a misunderstanding. Harry Hunter, being childish, married soone at random just to upset Cherry..."
"Actually, Little Harry and your Isabella don’t really have feelings for each other. He just needs an excuse to back out. If he divorces proactively, he’ll lose face, so we ca here to trouble you."
"This is a small token from the Lewis Family. The Watch King is very good at doing business, so you must understand what’s to be done in this case."
The old lady handed over a cheque, and although Isabella couldn’t see the exact amount from a distance, judging from Christopher Weaver’s expression, it must have been an extrely tempting amount for him.
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