The Secret Heir's Return to Wealth and Love novel Chapter 1831

"He did!" Erica said with a proud beam, "My hubby's quite the looker, nobody gives him the cold shoulder."

Mary was at a loss for words.

Did she marry Larkin because of his looks?

"Larkin's a grown man in his thirties, does he still need someone to tuck him in?" Mary scoffed, "I've been sleeping on my own since I was a kid, didn't need Abbot to sing me lullabies."

"Well aren't you quite the tough cookie!" Erica praised her.

Then she put her hand on Mary's head, leading her towards the dining hall, "I'm starving. Let's grab a bite!"

"You're not so keen when it comes to morning prayers, but food sure gets you going!" Mary muttered, "Do you know there's something good on the menu today?"

Erica didn't have a clue.

Her gloomy morning mood instantly lifted upon hearing about a good meal.

Along the way, Mary kept repeating the same question.

Every few steps, she'd ask, "Did Larkin and Abbot really make up?"

Erica patiently answered, "Yes, they did."

A few steps later, Mary asked again, "Now that they've made up, are you guys leaving? Will you visit often?"

After careful thought, Erica said, "We'll probably stick around for quite a while this time."

"How long is 'quite a while'?" Mary immediately pressed.

Erica looked at her, "Hey kiddo, are you firing an endless barrage of questions at me? That’s too many questions!"

Mary was speechless.

She walked a few steps ahead.

But she couldn't hold back in the end.

"I heard from some laypersons to our monastery that Larkin's an antique dealer now, is that true?"

"Mhm." Erica nodded.

"Just last month, a woman came here in tears. Her husband ran off with another woman, taking all the money, business, and property. She got nothing!" Mary said gravely, "Do you know why?"

"Why?" Erica played along.

Given Mary's line of thought, the reason was pretty easy to guess, right?

"It's because she trusted her husband too much. She never asked about his business, only cared for his parents and their children at home!" Mary stated with a stern face, "Erica, if you appear naive and only think about love, you're in danger!"

Mary may not know a lot, but she knew enough.

The convent was always full of people, some praying, some seeking solace.

Surrounded by these voices daily, Mary's sharp little mind picked up a thing or two.

She now saw Erica as her mother, deeply cherished in her heart. She didn't want Erica to become one of those women filled with resentment and pain.

Her own mother hadn't managed to live well in this world.

She hoped that Erica, who was just like her mother, could live a peaceful and smooth life, free from disasters and difficulties.