<b>Chapter 430 </b>


    Mnie recalled Yvonne mentioning on the phone earlier that the patriarch of the Solomon family had been hospitalized and that Xander had to go back to apany him. However, as <b>soon </b>as Reny spoke, there was a rustle at the door. The next second, Xander walked in.


    “Now that everyone’s back, we can cut the cake!” Yvonne said and immediately turned off the lights in the room.


    Mnie had not been prepared and panicked out of reflex the moment the lights went out. Then<b>, </b><b>a </b>faint, familiar fragrance surrounded her the next second.


    “When did youe back?” Xander’s low voice sounded.


    Mnie rxed. “<b>I </b>just arrived. I heard your grandfather is sick?”


    Xander acknowledged her question with a hum. “He’s in the intensive care unit now.”


    Their voices were hushed in the darkness. The singing of the birthday song soon drowned out their conversation, and they said nothing else.


    In the dim light, Mnie could vaguely see the flickering me. Her mind drifted for a moment, but she quickly gathered her thoughts. It was uncertain what she was thinking, but for a moment, she felt like she could not recall anything.


    Reny cut her birthday cake before the clock struck 12. Since they were all adults, there was not much interest in the cake. Once it was over, everyone scattered into small groups, each upied with their own activities.


    Mnie and Xander went outside the vi. Chuckling, Xander handed her a piece of cake. They’ve probably cleared the house. Just have a bit of this.”


    Mnie looked at him. “You came back on a ne this afternoon, so I guess you didn’t have dinner yet. Plus, you don’t seem well. Did something happen?”


    Xander had keen eyes, and Mnie pursed her lips in a bittersweet manner. “Is it that obvious?


    If


    “I just looked at your eyes. They can’t hide anything,” Xander said.


    Mnie had cried when she broke down in the afternoon, so she felt a bit uneasy now. However, she had put on makeup, which only barely concealed the traces. Yvonne did not notice anything, but Xander did.


    Mnie epted the cake but remained silent. She just bit her lower lip lightly.


    It waste, and both Mnie and Yvonne stayed at the vi for the night. However, Mnie had trouble sleeping all night.


    The next morning, Yvonne looked surprised at her dark circles. “What did you dost night?”


    Downstairs, Xander was also present.


    He held a tablet in his hands and was reading the news. When he heard theme downstairs, he looked up and frowned. “Didn’t sleep wellst night?”


    “My shoulder is a bit sore. It didn’t feel right no matter how I tried,” Mnie replied.


    This was not a lie. She had not had the chance to go to the hospital for a check–up, and the spot where she was hit during the collision was aching.


    Xander nced at her shoulder. “If your shoulder hurts, go to the hospit—”


    Before he could finish, however, Oliver came out from the kitchen. Frowning, he asked Mnie with concern, “Is your shoulder still not better?”


    “What’s wrong?” Mnie asked.


    Stranching his head, Oliver said, “There was supposed to be a contract today that I wanted you to handle. Since you’re not feeling well, I’ll take care of it myself.”


    Mnie paused. “What contract?”