Chapter 78
Time elapsed. The weekend arrived quickly.
Felicia received a call early in the morning from Clive, inviting her for breakfast. Before she could respond, Charlie was already waiting at the school gate to pick her up.
Despite Felicia’s previous attempts to decline Clive’s intentions of grooming her as his heir, the latter persistently refused to accept her rejection.
Felicia had no interest in competing with the Walsh family’s descendants for the family fortune. All she wanted was the medical and herbal knowledge the Walsh family had accumulated over a century.
After hanging up the phone, she casually got ready and walked out of the campus gate to get into the Walsh family car.
She arrived at the Walsh residence at exactly 8:00 am.
“Aunt Felicia!” A cheerful voice greeted her from the side. Felicia turned to see Roberta’s bright smile. *Just finished doing laundry?” Felicia casually asked.
Roberta was taken aback. She was slightly embarrassed as she raised her arm to sniff herself and asked, How did you know that? Do I smell bad from sweat?”
Felicia pointed to her hands, which were red from the cold. Although it would be summer soon, hands in cold water for extended periods would hurt
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Roberta didn’t seem to mind. She smiled and said, “You should go inside. Great–grandpa is waiting for you.
Felicia hummed in response and walked into the house at a leisurely pace.
Everyone had gathered in the Walsh residence’s living room. The only empty seat next to Clive was reserved for Felicia.
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“Come here, sit. Clive beckoned to her with a kind smile.
Felicia walked over and took her seat.
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Clive was the first to pick up his fork, followed by the rest. With him around, no one dared express any dissatisfaction toward Felicia.
Even if they had any, they kept it buried deep in their hearts and dared not openly show it.
After breakfast, the Walsh family members dispersed. Some headed to the company, and others attended to various tasks.
Felicia made her way to the library as usual. There were several books from her last visit she hadn’t finished reading.
Clive was unusually free that day. He was about to come with her when Talia rushed over and said, Grandpa, someone is here for you.”
“I’ll go take a look,” Clive replied. He guessed it was someone seeking a consultation.
He casually handed Felicia the key and said, “Go ahead. I won’t be joining you.”
“Alright.”
Felicia didn’t realize the key’s significance, but Talia knew it all too well. The key could open the library and the pharmacy. Clive kept it with himself at all times.
The privilege was typically reserved for the next heir of the Walsh family.
Though Talia remained composed, she was seething inside. She shot Felicia a furious glare before walking away.
As she left, she subtly sent Roberta a warning look as the latter followed behind.
Roberta stepped forward and nervously fiddled with the hem of her clothes. She tried to please Felicia.” Aunt Felicia, I can show you the way if you don’t remember.”
Felicia declined. “No need, I know the way.”
The Walsh residence was indeed a bit of a maze with various gardens and winding corridors. But Felicia had an excellent memory and wouldn’t forget the path
Roberta didn’t give up despite the refusal. She cautiously followed Felicia.
Once they were in a secluded area, she fearfully asked, Aunt Felicia, are you still mad at me?”
She was referring to the incident in the village when Felicia had saved her, only for her to abandon her savior and flee for her life.
This had since become a tight knot in her heart.
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