The old lady had just developed doubts about her, but after she spoke, she felt that Cherry Lewis had truly suffered a lot of grievances!
She held Cherry’s hand: "Cherry, don’t be afraid, co over whenever you want, it’s not up to him alone in this family!"
Cherry shook her head, pulled her hand away, shed a few tears, and turned to get in the car and leave.
The old lady, infuriated, exclaid: "You Hunter, do you want dead? Cherry is more filial to than my own grandson! She comforts when I’m distressed, even takes care of my als and drinks, and now you want to drive away the only person who’s close to ?"
Ben Hunter was completely impatient: "There are many servants in the house, all chosen according to your preference. Do they serve you worse than Cherry? If you like soone accommodating, it just so happens that Bella is here, have her comfort and serve you! Cherry Lewis is not allowed in the Hunter Family anymore!"
The old lady didn’t want Bella, and tried to argue with Ben, but Ben didn’t want to listen to her nagging and left.
The old lady, having nowhere to vent her anger, raised her hand to hit Bella again.
Bella tilted her head slightly, dodging away.
She raised her tearful eyes to the old lady, speaking softly but with a sting: "It would be better if you calm down, old lady. If you calm down, I will naturally leave. If you don’t, I’ll take care of the old master every day. This is arranged by the Young Master. Want to go argue with the Young Master?"
No one was there to support the old lady now, and she angrily sat on the ground, finally catching her breath after the Hunter Family’s servants carried her back ho haphazardly.
Bella’s task on this side completed, she imdiately reported the situation to Connor.
Connor was her superior; her rank wasn’t high enough to speak directly to Harry Hunter.
After reading the ssage she sent, Connor smiled and said to Harry: "Young Master, the old lady is upset but shouldn’t cause a fuss for a while. The old master also drove Cherry Lewis away!"
"Hmm."
Harry acknowledged, his mind elsewhere.
He sat in the car waiting for Isabella Weaver to get off work, glancing at his watch multiple tis.
There was not much to talk about with Connor, an unromantic man; he was thinking of Isabella.
Harry couldn’t hold back any longer, opened the car door and headed towards the building.
Connor hurried to catch up: "Young Master, it’s just after four. I asked Secretary Landon; Young Madam is busy designing new products. If you go up now, she might chase you out!"
"I miss her."
"Didn’t you just see her?"
"That was just a glance through the glass, it doesn’t count."
"Didn’t you hold her this morning?"
"I want to hold her again."
Harry’s voice was calm and steady, but his steps grew faster, ignoring greetings from Moonlight Jewelry employees.
Connor was helpless; the Young Master now liked the Young Madam to the point where he couldn’t control or handle it anymore.
When he followed Harry upstairs and saw him directly barging into Isabella’s office, picking her up and kissing her, he quietly closed the door and stood outside with Grace Watt.
"Grace, do you have soone you like?"
"My mom...does that count?"
"No! You idiot, I an the kind of liking between a man and a woman. Do you have a man you like?"
"No."
"Do you have soone you miss?"
"My mom."
Connor was a bit frantic: "I an soone you really want to kiss or hug?"
"My mom."
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