<strong>Chapter 670:</strong>


    The next day, the gardener discovered Cara, her voice nearly gone from shouting.


    Once freed, Cara’s face twisted with scorn and anger. She spun around and delivered a harsh p to the gardener. “Are you guys morons? I’ve been trapped here for a long time, and none of you noticed? You’re all imbeciles!”


    The gardener, though stunned and angry, held his tongue. Just yesterday, Cara had dered that no one was allowed toe close. Who would dare go against hermands?


    After her outburst, Cara gradually regained herposure and hurried toward the vi. Jake certainly had a reason for what he did. Most likely, he was nning to leave with Elma.


    Disregarding her appearance, Cara raced back, on the verge of another meltdown, only to discover Jake and Elma calmly having breakfast. They behaved as if the morning was just like any other.


    Before Cara’s arrival, Jake and Elma had seemed so at ease together. Cara felt like a discordant note in their otherwise harmonious tune.


    Her sudden appearance made Jake instinctively scowl upon hearing her footsteps.


    Elma, noticing Cara, stood up and offered a cautious yet polite greeting. “Good morning, Mom.”


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    Cara, seething with anger yet unable to voice it, took a seat next to Jake. Her eyes were icy as she confronted him. “What happenedst night, Jake? Why did you knock me out? Don’t you care about Elma?”


    Jake mmed his knife and fork down in response.


    The te crashed to the floor, breaking with a sharp sound.


    Jake remained with a poker face, yet the icy re in his eyes took Cara by surprise. She was the one who was supposed to be furious, yet now, she felt a twinge of nervousness.


    Jake’s voice was harsh as he addressed her. “Cara, don’t go too far. Are you trying to push me to the edge? I’m still here, aren’t I? Why must you make everything so hard?” His tone sharpened. “Or perhaps you’d prefer I tell everyone what you didst night?”


    “You!” Cara’s voice was a mix of anger and hurt. She desperately hoped he wouldn’t divulge anything. She wouldn’t mind him telling others if her plots seeded, but her scheme had failed.


    Cara couldn’t ignore the chatter in the vi,beling her as nothing more than Jake’s hopeless pursuer. The thought of their scorn upon learning she had intended to force Jake to her side by drugging him, but had failed, was unbearable.


    Seeing Jake visibly upset, Cara’s voice grew gentler. “I went too farst night. Please, forgive me. I promise it won’t happen again. If you stay, I assure you we’ll make it work, and I’ll be kind to Elma.”


    Jake responded with a frosty smile and said nothing.


    Cara, mistaking his silence for reconciliation, cheerfully served him dinner. She paid no attention to Elma.


    To Cara’s dismay, Jake passed every dish she offered him directly to Elma.


    Cara’s temper red, and she shot Elma icy res.


    Elma finally spoke. “Daddy, I really don’t like these.”


    Jake’s frown deepened as he turned to Cara. “Making a child’s life difficult won’t get you anywhere.”


    Cara protested, feeling misunderstood. “I’m not trying to make things hard for her. You don’t understand. She’s incredibly picky.”


    Jake’s interest in his meal vanished. He dropped his utensils and announced, “I’ve lost my appetite. I’m leaving.”


    Cara eximed, “Wait!” She rose to follow him but stopped as the butler entered, supporting a limping man.


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