Margaret thought deeply for a mont and her brows knitted together in concern. Looking at Brenda, she hesitated. "But Madam, we aren't very sure of the past they share. We are just speculating. What if they didn't share any past as such we are thinking and Aiden had approached Arwen with so ulterior motive? Won't she then be at a disadvantage?"
After all, there were no specifics of the relationship Arwen and Aiden shared in the past.
All that Margaret was able to find out was that they went to the sa high school together during the sa ti.
When Brenda heard her, she couldn't help but chuckle. It laughed so heartily as if she had heard so innocent joke.
Margaret was dumbfounded at her reaction. the furrow of worry between her brows was replaced with confusion. "Madam, what's wrong?" she asked, baffled.
And Brenda only looked at her countering her suspicion. "What ulterior motives can the Winslow family heir towards Arwen? Do you think the Quinn family na could even entice him?" she scoffed with slight arrogance. "Not even Davies's resources would be enough to make them him consider. Just with their single hand authority and power, they can easily sweep off all the wealthy family of Carlens."
How could Margaret forget this?
Winslow family stood even a position higher than the royal family of Cralens.
There could be no way, Aiden would approach Arwen with so ulterior thoughts.
Then could it be …
Before she could guess more, Brenda spoke clearing her doubt ticulously. "Don't even think kids like them in their teens would harbour enmity of that extent, Margaret. Aiden seems to care for Arwen even more than us, there is no way he holds anything less than pure love and true devotion for her," she said, adding. "Stare at him watching her once and all your doubt regarding his intention towards Arwen will vanish."
Margaret thought back and couldn't help but rember the tenderness she had seen in his eyes when he ca with Arwen.
True … with that look in his eyes, there is no way he could have any wrong thoughts towards Arwen.
Her thoughts eased in that aspect, but then they soon wandered to another —the aspect of easy availability of everything they wanted to find out.
When Brenda saw her like that, she asked, "What now? What else are you thinking now?"
"Madam, I am not sure if I am being paranoid, but this investigation went rather very smoothly," Margaret spoke out her thoughts. "I an, I did use our resources and connections to find it all, but even so I thought it would rather take weeks or even months to find it all out. But strangely it took rely a few days."
"Yes," Brenda spoke while nodding. "That's because you were finding it out from the stance of Arwen's family. That lad has to give you the face. Did you not see him sending us the gifts? He is soone who honors everything related to Arwen, be it her feelings, her emotions or her relatives. So, no doubt, he made it easy for you to investigate him."
Now that Brenda has gotten the heart of the story, guessing the rest wasn't a difficult job for her. She could easily tell it all, that too with confidence.
"Okay, now don't doubt it anymore. We got to know what we wanted to find out," she said, her voice laced with ease, as if so kind of heavy burden had been lifted off her chest. "Now that Arwen has gotten settled with the right man, I can rest assured and embrace death without any worry."
"Madam!" Margaret had always been an emotional soul. Although she had long known that the lady had not much ti left, still she hadn't gotten herself to accept it very well.
But Brenda had.
She now no longer hesitates to talk about it. After all, with every passing day, she stepping a step closer of resting in peace. With all her responsibilities fulfilled, she won't feel regretful leaving the world.
Rembering her responsibility … she recalled about the big one remaining on the list.
Drawing in a deep breath, she nodded. "Fine, let's not discuss my farewell at the mont, instead tell about the preparation of the annual event. Is everything set?" she asked.
And shifting her mood accordingly, Margaret nodded. "Yes, almost done. With the invitations sent, it will be all done."
"Invitations haven't yet been sent out?"
Margaret shook her head before explaining. "It should have been sent, but due to so last-minute changes, we needed to send back the invites for reprint. Once the new invites are ready, we will send them out."
Brenda nodded in understanding. "Then get it done as soon as possible. We have not much ti left for it."
"Don't worry, Madam. Everything will be wrapped up in due ti."
***
anwhile, on the other side of the city —
Idris had just returned to his office, eting a client when his steps halted seeing Catrin inside.
Sensing the door opening, she turned to look at him, her expression full of complaint. "Idris, where were you?" she asked, her tone laced with displeasure.
In recent days, Catrin has tried a lot to nd her relationship with her husband. But no matter how she tried, nothing had worked upon Idris. It was as if he had no intention of going back to their previous harmonious relationship.
"I had a eting with a client. Why? Was there any discussion or eting that I missed?" he asked as walked inside before going behind his desk to take his seat.
His words clearly drew the line, letting Catrin know to keep it limited to the business.
Her brows furrowed in a frown as she pressed her hands against his desk and leaned forward to demand the reason. "Idris, if you are forgetting, then let remind you, we aren't just business partners. We are also husband and wife. For how long are you going to continue to act like this? Can't you see I am repenting?"
"Repenting?" Idris chuckled. "Like how you are repenting, Catrin? By plotting another plan to hook Arwen back?"
Catrin's expression instantly turned a shade paler.
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