Chapter 50
Veronica instinctively touched the crescent–shaped scar at the corner of her eye. It was from the time she
was pushed off a stool at the Tate residence.
Ashton’s thoughtfulness left her completely off balance. Had he ever used the scar cream for those
severe scars on his own hands?
Ashton, who had been in the car, still hadn’t received a reply from Veronica. Instead, a flurry of messages
came in from Vernon.
After ignoring the outrageous parts, Ashton pieced together that Veronica must’ve run into him while
picking up the package.
Vernon had already explained the usage and benefits of the cream to her. So by now, she was probably home and had seen his message.
Ashton’s brows lifted slightly. Why hadn’t she replied?
“Mr. Fletcher, regarding the sea route expansion, both the Lane and Tate families are making new moves.
They’re reaching out to the Thorne family, trying to poach them for a collaboration,” William reported.
“Keep pressuring them.”
“Got it.” William maintained a calm tone. “By the way, the scar cream we ordered for Ms. Dolton from
overseas has arrived. Should I send it over?”
Ashton’s hand paused mid–flip through a file. “No. I gave her Grandpa’s ointment.”
William froze.
“Grandpa“? As in the legendary master of traditional medicine, Vernon Fletcher? The one whose remedies were said to cure anything and impossible to buy even with a fortune?
And yet, he gave Veronica a jar?
William felt a shiver down his spine. “Ah… got it. How lucky.”
It had been over a month since Reynard had brought Samuel to Shalton.
Outside of regular classes, Reynard had arranged for him to have a private etiquette tutor, drilling him in
rules and rituals every day. Samuel was miserable.
Finally, the weekend came. But even then, he spent the entire afternoon painting.
Every time he paused, the strict teacher smacked his palm with a ruler.
He complained to Reynard, but Reynard only snapped that he was pathetic. If he couldn’t even handle
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this, he wasn’t fit to be the heir of the Tate family.
Samuel was so upset that he wanted to cry. He never wanted to be the heir in the first place.
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He missed his father and Eleanor. They never forced him to do things he hated. Even his mother never punished him this harshly,
If only he and his sister hadn’t stopped Veronica from retrieving her painting that day… Would everything have turned out differently?
Back then, Veronica used to bake cakes for them and play with them on weekends. Even if they didn’t finish their homework, sheld just stay up late to help them. She had never once used a ruler on him.
On top of that, there was the medicine he had to drink now.
Now, Reynard made him drink three bowls of a black, bitter, herbal concoction every day to strengthen his
Even when Veronics made them herbal tonics, they never tasted this horrible.
Vher finishing his painting session, Samuel had his allotted ten minutes of phone time. He tried calling leoncs,but she didn’t pick up.
So, wising his tears, he called Mitan. Min, has Mom gotten any better lately?”
When bed in you, she was still in the hospital. She didn’t remember any of them.
Meg’s vice was cooters, “How should I know? It’s not like she’s telling me anything, I’m busy, okay? Do you need ayting deer
Steve kore, “You have gone to see Mom even once?
40 seborg dot me. That’s good, too. From now on, I’ll only have Ms. Turner as my mom.
glad to get back to packing I’m going to live in Ms. Turner’s new house. Bye.”
so with a gout. The costidn’t care less about her brothers daily complaints.
Becsve was taken to Shelton, he’d been constantly calling her.
top te was yong, the cold tell Reynard Wred Samuel more, so there was no way he’d make Smoker Be warned to Samuel was just showing off.
com wid the TOP 10 zip up her suitcase.
But yet at the was out to leave, the we doped by Walter, ‘Ms. Tate, you’re not allowed to go to Ms.
