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Chapter 407 Unspoken Worries
Ste was stunned.
Honestly, given how fiercely Susan <b>had </b><i>protected </i>Lillian<i>, </i>it <b><i>wasn’t </i></b><b><i>far</i></b><i>–</i><i>fetched </i><i>to </i><i>believe </i><i>she </i><i>was </i><i>her </i><b><i>biological </i></b><i>daughter</i>.
<i>But</i>…
Ste frowned. “Patrick <b>isn’t </b>a fool. If Lillian <b>was </b>really Susan’s daughter, there’s no way he wouldn’t know.”
Childbirth was no small <b><i>matter</i></b><b><i>. </i></b>
Pregnancy was the one thing <i>that </i><i>couldn’t </i>be hidden<i>. </i>
<b>Tessa </b>sighed. “True!”
There was no <i>way </i><b><i>Susan </i></b>had <i>given </i>birth <i>to </i><b><i>her</i></b><i>. </i>
<i>But </i>the way <i>she </i><i>cherished </i>Lillian <b><i>was </i></b><i>truly </i><i>baffling</i><i>. </i>
Ste shook off the thought. “Alright, let’s drop it. Are you feeling calmer now?”
<i>Just </i>this afternoon, she <i>had </i><i>been </i><i>crying </i>on <i>the </i><i>phone</i>. <i>Now </i><i>she </i><i>seemed </i><i>fine</i>.
With Tessa’s emotional <i>highs </i><b><i>and </i></b>lows, <i>I </i><i>had </i>stopped worrying <i>whenever </i><i>she </i><i>started </i><i>crying </i><i>again</i>.
Tessa grumbled. “<b>I </b>can’t calm down.”
Ste felt silent.
<i>Then </i>how did <i>she </i>still <i>have </i><i>the </i><b><i>energy </i></b><i>to </i>gossip?
Tessa sighed. “You don’t understand. I was scared to death. Thankfully, nothing happened when we went out.”
Victor <b>had </b><b><i>taken </i></b><b><i>me </i></b><b><i>out </i></b>in <i>the </i><i>afternoon</i><i>, </i><i>and </i><i>luckily</i><i>, </i><i>nothing </i><i>had </i><b><i>gone </i></b>wrong.
<i>If </i><i>every </i>outing <b><ies </i></b>with <i>danger</i>, I will <i>lose </i><i>it</i><i>–</i><ipletely</i>.
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Ste reassured her. “It’s not like danger is always present. If something happens, it’s because there’s an underlying issue.”
Tessa remained stubborn. “Even so, I still can’t calm down.”
Ste <b>was </b>speechless.
She imed she <b><i>wasn’t </i></b><i>calm</i><i>. </i>
<i>Yet</i><i>, </i><i>hearing </i><i>her </i>tone now–<i>I </i><i>felt </i><b><i>she </i></b><b><i>wasn’t </i></b><i>far </i>from <i>it</i>.
Ste asked, “Where’s Mr. Victor?”
Tessa sighed in relief. “He went out.”
At the mention of Victor leaving, her tone lightened.
She was desperate <b>to </b>avoid being under the same roof as him.
Abraham returned home then. Ste spotted him and quickly said into the phone, “I’ll call youter<b>.” </b>
<b><i>Abraham </i></b>looked like <i>he </i><b><i>had </i></b><b><i>been </i></b><b><i>drinking</i></b>.
<b>Ste </b>hung up and walked over<b>. </b>
Abel supported Abraham <b>as </b>he respectfully informed her, “Ms. Dawson, Mr. Abraham had a few wines<b>.</b><b>” </b>
Ste nodded. <b>“</b>Got it.”
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She took him from Abel.
A faint scent of alcohol lingered on Abraham; <b>it </b><b>wasn’t </b>unpleasant.
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Now, Ste finally understood the saying. The smell of smoke or <i>alcohol </i><i>is </i><i>only </i>unpleasant when it <i>isn’t </i><iing </i><i>from </i><i>someone </i><i>you </i>like.
But on someone you love–it feels different.
Abel ced a bag on the coffee table. “Mr. Abraham brought you something to eat.”
Ste blinked.*…*
He really did?
<b>“</b>What is it?<b>” </b>
Abraham had called earlier, promising to bring her something delicious. Ste <b>was </b>now curious.
JAbel replied, “Chestnut cake. He tried it and thought you’d like <b>it</b><b>, </b>so he brought it back.”
Ste felt silent.
<i>Chestnut </i>cake?
I had loved it in <i>Falvaria</i><i>, </i><i>but </i><i>after </i><iing </i><i>to </i><i>Rivermount</i>, <i>I </i><i>found the </i><i>desserts </i><i>here </i>too <i>sweet </i><i>for </i><i>my </i><i>taste</i>.
Still, since he had eaten it <i>and </i><b><i>thought </i></b><i>I’d </i><i>enjoy </i><i>it, </i>it <i>must </i><i>taste </i><i>different </i><i>from </i><i>the </i><i>usual </i><i>Rivermount </i><i>pastries</i>.
Abel left.
Ste helped Abraham onto the couch. Just as she was about to stand up, hisrge, warm palm wrapped around her waist.
Before she could react, he pulled her onto hisp.
Startled, Ste instinctively clung to his neck. “What are you doing?<b>” </b>
His breath smelled of liquor.
His forehead pressed gently against hers, their breaths mingling.
Ste muttered, “I’ll make you some sobering soup.”
<i>I </i>should <i>also </i>wipe <i>him </i>down with a <i>warm </i>towel<i>–</i><i>otherwise</i><i>, </i><i>he’d </i><i>feel </i><i>ufortable </i><i>in </i><i>the </i><i>morning</i>.
His warm hand cradled her face. “Ste.”
“Yes<b>.” </b>
She responded obediently.
Abraham murmured, “Great.”
The normallyposed and steady man now looked at her with the satisfied gleam of a child.
<b>Ste </b>frowned slightly. <b>“</b>What do you mean?”
<b>“</b>You’re mine<b>.</b><b>” </b>
<b>Ste </b><b>was </b>speechless.
This <b><i>man</i></b><b><i>. </i></b>
Fine<b><i>–</i></b>I’m his. <b><i>And </i></b>he is mine, too<i>. </i>
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Meanwhile, back on Tessa’s side, after <b>Ste </b>hung up, her stomach <b>growled</b>.
She had just thought about sneaking into the kitchen to find some food since Victor <b>wasn’t </b>home.
<i>I </i>need to eat before the <i>terrifying </i><b>man </b><b>returns </b><b><i>so </i></b><b><i>I </i></b><b>won’t </b><b>have </b><b><i>to </i></b><b><i>face </i></b>him<b>. </b>
But, <b>just </b><b>as </b>she stepped out, <b>the </b><b>kitchen </b>staff rushed over. <b>“</b><b>Ms. </b><b>Tessa</b>, <b>please </be quickly. Mr. Victor is hurt.”
Tessa froze. “Huh? He…he’s hurt? Where <b>is </b><b>he</b><b>?</b><b>” </b>
“Downstairs<b>.</b><b>” </b>
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