novellhall Chapter 1480: Poor Old Mills Is Almost Frozen Solid
Chapter 1480: Poor Old Mills Is Almost Frozen Solid
"Let’s get your health back on track first, and put feelings aside for now." Everett Morgan spoke gently, wanting to end the topic. "Jocelyn, you were pushed from such a height. Even if your body recovers, you must have been scared out of your wits, right?""..." Now that her memory had returned, Jocelyn Morgan didn’t dare recall that scene. In the moment she screamed, she truly thought she was going to die.
Jasmine pressed down the dissatisfaction in her heart; her tone was still gentle but firm. "Anyway, you mustn’t see Ian Shelby anymore. Right now it’s just a relationship he hasn’t handled properly. If one day it’s a doctor–patient issue he can’t handle, just thinking about it is terrifying."
Jocelyn Morgan knew that at this point she couldn’t defend herself no matter what she said; she could only leave it to time. Her aunt was angry because she cared about her, and that was something she could understand.
In the car, Jasmine let out another soft sigh. She could finally give an answer in front of her younger brother and sister-in-law’s graves.
She stroked Jocelyn Morgan’s hair with aching tenderness. "Jocelyn, we promised your dad and mom we would take good care of you. This time was a false alarm, a lesson for us. We really can’t afford any more mistakes in the future."
At the mention of her parents, Jocelyn Morgan felt a wave of sorrow too.
In Riventhal, snow had fallen heavily the night before; the whole world was wrapped in silver, covering deep courtyards and gardens, a scene of spotless white beauty.
Outside the small villa in the upscale neighborhood, Nathan Mills stood in the yard holding a bouquet of roses, waiting.
Almost an hour had passed, and he still hadn’t waited Long enough for Carlotta Sterling to come back; he was about to freeze stiff.
When he arrived and saw two pairs of footprints in the yard, he knew his ex-wife and daughter had both gone out.
He had the fingerprint code, but he hadn’t opened the door and gone in. That was out of respect for his ex-wife; the house was lent to her, and he had to give her enough sense of security.
It was really strange though; he’d called Carlotta and no one picked up... He just wanted to ask when she’d be back.
Nathan Mills had spent the whole previous night brewing up his courage. He was ready to come clean to Carlotta Sterling about his marital status, and to tell her that he had never forgotten her all these years.
But as time ticked by... that momentum Old Mills had built up to confess slowly started to ebb away. Some things really needed the help of a bit of alcohol, or a rush of impulse.
Near noon.
When Trevor and Janelle Mills left the welfare home with Ethan Dalton, Harlan Quinn was also driving out.
He had a lunch appointment today, so he had purposely put on that trench coat that best showed his charisma. He’d even taken a shower and blown his hair into shape that morning; you could say he’d made a real effort.
In Riventhal, the snow had stopped early that morning, leaving the whole world a vast stretch of white.
In an Italian-style restaurant with an elegant environment, it was a workday, and the snow on the roads made driving inconvenient, so there weren’t many customers.
The lighting in the restaurant was a warm amber, and the heating was on. Harlan Quinn and Carlotta Sterling sat facing each other across the table.
Italians were all about romance; even the bottles on the table held roses, their rich fragrance diffusing into the air, lingering at the tip of the nose.
"Guess who I ran into today?" Harlan Quinn cut his steak and lifted his eyes to gently glance at the woman sitting opposite him.
Wearing a black trench coat, he was no longer young, yet still strikingly charming.
Carlotta Sterling didn’t bother guessing and asked directly, "Who?"
"Janelle."
Carlotta was slightly taken aback and looked at him intently. "Where did you see her?"
"At the welfare home." Harlan Quinn smiled as he told her about Janelle Mills and Trevor taking Ethan Dalton to the welfare home.
After listening, Carlotta felt a bit out of sorts. This girl was way too enthusiastic, wasn’t she? She’d completely taken Trevor’s business as her own.
Obviously, Carlotta hadn’t known about this beforehand, and she was not pleased.
They weren’t even married yet, they weren’t even officially together, right? A girl being too proactive wasn’t a good thing. Carlotta started to worry about her daughter’s side of things. Just what was going on with Trevor!
Just staying in this vague, undefined state?
"What’s wrong?" From her expression, Harlan Quinn could tell something; she seemed worried.