Celestine noticed that Chester had left her a message not long ago.
[Chester]: Celestine, come home. We need to talk.
[Chester]: About that agreement. Time's running out.
Her grip tightened around her phone, knuckles turning white.
So, he'd received it after all.
At least it hadn't been lost.
She let out a quiet sigh.
After hesitating for a long while, she waited until Gideon and Cynthia had changed and come out. With an apologetic smile, she said her goodbyes.
"Next time, dinner's on me."
Cynthia clung to the hem of her dress, wide-eyed. "Miss Angel, is it something very important?"
Celestine smoothed a gentle hand over the little girl's cheek. "Yes, sweetheart. It really is."
Then she turned to Gideon, biting her lower lip. "I have to go, Mr. Prescott. I'll try to come up with a solution for your surgery as soon as I can."
Gideon looked down at the files in his hands, the cold sheen of his glasses reflecting his distance. He didn't say a word, keeping his silence even as she left.
Vernon watched the scene and could only sigh inwardly—tonight, everyone at the office would be working overtime until the lights went out.
…
Celestine hurried back to Emerald Heights.
"Ma'am."
The butler and housekeepers greeted her as she walked in. They were busy picking up puzzle pieces and building blocks scattered across the floor.
Normally, when Celestine was around, she'd insist the kids clean up their own toys. It was rare to see such chaos.
Everyone missed the way things used to be when she was here. She spoiled the children, yes, but never let them run wild the way Miss Sinclair did.
Celestine gave a cool nod in greeting.
Oddly, she didn't see the kids or Joanna anywhere on her way in.
She headed upstairs to the study and knocked on the door.
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