Reborn on Wedding Night: Flirting the Cold Bigshot into Blushes Chapter 141: The One Whose Protection Is as Important as Lif

Upon hearing Hailey Smith’s suggestion, Basil Smith was montarily stunned.

He asked with so difficulty, "I almost put the Young Madam in harm’s way this ti. Will she allow to stay?"

Hailey Smith proudly said, "Brother, what are you thinking? Of course, the Young Madam won’t let you stay. She even didn’t want at first; it was Miss Lewis who vouched for , and only then did the Young Madam agree."

Basil Smith: "..."

Is this really sothing to be proud of?

Seeing his brother’s frozen expression, Hailey Smith quickly added, "But it doesn’t matter if the Young Madam doesn’t keep you. I live right next to her, so you can just stay with ."

After Hailey finished speaking, he noticed Basil wasn’t responding.

Looking up, he saw that Emma Lewis had already run off. Hailey was a bit anxious and said, "Brother, stop daydreaming. We don’t even know if everything’s okay with the Young Madam. I need to rush over to see if she needs my help."

Basil Smith took out a pair of glasses with a broken lens from his pocket, put them on with a serious face, and said, "All right, I’ll go protect the Young Madam from now on."

Hailey Smith imdiately laughed, "That’s great, brother. Let’s run and catch up with Emma."

After saying this, Hailey didn’t wait to see if Basil was running and took off first.

Basil only hesitated for a second before running along.

He ran forward quickly, his legs still hurting from the beating, the pain mirroring the tis they were in the orphanage, running for a scrap of food, getting beaten but never stopping.

It was the Young Lord who pulled him out of hell, and he couldn’t repay him, having promised eternal loyalty, which must not change.

He had made a mistake, and the Young Lord no longer wanted him, so he would go protect the Young Madam.

Protect the one person the Young Lord valued as much as his own life.

In front, Hailey Smith turned and shouted to Basil, "Brother, hurry up! You’re still as slow as when you were a kid."

Basil Smith, bruised and battered, laughed and called out, "I’m coming."

Everyone had run off, and the Imperial Garden was quiet again.

The cook, waking from unconsciousness, tremblingly went to prepare a al.

So of Godfery Shaw’s confidants slipped back into the shadows.

Godfery Shaw returned to the room they had been in earlier.

Joyce, who had been out shopping, returned and, hearing the news, hurried up to the second floor, seeing the Young Lord tidying up the ss in the room.

Joyce quickly approached and respectfully said, "Young Lord, you should rest. Let handle these matters."

Godfery Shaw coldly responded, "No need, you can go. In the future, you don’t need to clean this room."

Joyce’s outstretched hand froze, and he responded with a "Yes," bowing as he left.

Joyce understood that this was his punishnt from the Young Lord for being a bystander in the Young Madam’s situation.

In the Imperial Garden, Basil Smith can arrange many things, and other confidants would neither think much nor remark on it, but Joyce, the butler who had watched Godfery Shaw grow up, had a voice of authority.

Moreover, the fact that even if everyone else didn’t know, Joyce was most clear about Alia Wright’s significance to Godfery Shaw.

He had witnessed those things from their childhood firsthand.

So on the day of the wedding, when Godfery Shaw was injured and lost control, Joyce had Alia Wright go to the second master’s room.

He never intended to harm Alia Wright; he only understood her importance to Godfery Shaw and wanted to soothe the personality Godfery Shaw couldn’t control.

But later, seeing the Young Lord injured ti and again, Joyce’s attitude changed.

As Joyce descended the stairs, his shoulder slightly slumped.

The sober Godfery Shaw could easily see through everyone’s thoughts.

After Joyce left, Godfery Shaw closed the door and started tidying up the room ssed up by the fight.

He hoped to restore everything so that there might be a chance for Alia Wright to return.

The broken coffee table, the toppled decorations, the stained carpet, and the many famous paintings he had collected from everywhere, spread across the floor.

Godfery Shaw carefully and thodically organized them.

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anwhile.

Hailey Smith and Basil Smith caught up with Emma Lewis.

Emma instantly wanted to confront Basil Smith, but knowing his mistake, Basil didn’t fight back. Hailey was practically jumping in between them to prevent it.

He finally managed to persuade Emma to save their issues for later and prioritize checking on Alia Wright’s situation.

The three of them took a cab to the finals of the national painting exhibition.

In the car, Emma Lewis repeatedly wanted to hit Basil Smith, but Hailey Smith didn’t even dare to sit in the front seat, wedging himself between them to diate.

The taxi driver glanced at them several tis through the rearview mirror.

The trio arrived at the venue to find Robert Reed and Elijah Jefferson at the entrance.

As soon as they t, they simultaneously asked,

Elijah Jefferson: "Are you all okay?"

Emma Lewis: "Did Alia make it in ti?"

Seeing their anxious looks, Elijah quickly said, "She made it, just in ti."

Emma Lewis and Hailey Smith both breathed a sigh of relief.

Elijah glanced at Basil Smith, who stood silently at the back.

Robert Reed, noting their bruised faces and dirty, torn clothes, frowned and asked, "What exactly were you doing? This morning, you said you were taking Emily to kindergarten. Do any of you look like you’ve co from a kindergarten drop-off?"

The group imdiately fell silent.

Due to Robert Reed’s seniority and being Alia Wright’s teacher, they didn’t dare to speak recklessly.

Robert Reed continued, "Young people should have a calm disposition, not fighting and causing trouble all day, corrupting my young apprentice."

Hailey Smith, with a thick skin, nodded in agreent, "Old Mr. Reed is right. We should maintain our composure and avoid fighting and causing trouble. We’ll be more careful in the future."

Only then did Robert Reed let them off the hook.

At the entrance of the competition venue, nurous friends and family of other participants were waiting, but Robert Reed’s group was the most conspicuous.

After a while, Emma Lewis asked, "Old Mr. Reed, do you know what today’s final topic is?"

The previous semifinal was open-ended with plenty of ti for preparation. So students had practiced the sa painting for two to three years, just for showcasing it at this national exhibition.

But the final was a thed competition, with the topic given on the spot, requiring participants to paint on the spot.

It tested professional skill and live performance, relying solely on the contestant’s ability to decide what to paint and the quality of the finished work.

Robert Reed quietly replied, "Flowers."

Emma Lewis, though imrsed in the Elegant Art Academy and not very interested in art, wasn’t completely ignorant.

She imdiately rejoiced, "This topic is simple!"

However, Robert Reed shook his head, "It sounds simple, but that ans everyone is skilled at it. To stand out from sothing everyone is good at, do you still think it’s easy? Moreover, Alia is not adept at those graceful flowers and birds."

Emma Lewis’s smile froze, "So... what should we do?"

Robert Reed spread his hands, "There’s nothing we can do. We just have to wait and see how she does on her own."

Outside the venue, everyone waited anxiously.

Inside, paints and brushes flew.

When the the was announced, every participant was montarily taken aback, and then they began to ponder deeply.

This wasn’t like the previous round, where they had free rein and had long decided what to paint.

This ti required imdiate improvisation.

So opted for a conventional approach.

So aid for bold strategies.

Most were deep in thought, hoping to make a thoroughly considered move.

However, Alia Wright imdiately started painting.

In the semifinals, while everyone began painting quickly, she had pondered for a long ti before starting.

This ti, while everyone was lost in thought, she directly picked up the brush and began painting.

It was as if she intentionally wanted to go against everyone else.