Chapter 406

She looked at the girl in front of her with admiration; calm yet agile, vaguely reminding her of Harriet, the renowned and prematurely deceased prodigious healer. Ophelia had already spent most of the day in Selene’s office, discussing medical matters and listening to Selene talk about her mother. From the solemn words of this upright old man, Ophelia’s mind gradually sketched out the unparalleled beauty of her mother. At the same time, Selene’s insight and broad-mindedness also earned her endless admiration.

“Alright, it’s almost time for school to be over. I won’t keep you any longer; you can go back now,” Selene said with a kind smile. Her gaze towards the girl was like that of someone looking at a beloved younger relative. Ophelia responded.

When she came out, she saw that it was already time for school to be over, so she eagerly got in the car to go home. She had only been out for half a day, but she had already started to miss Winford. I wonder if her husband missed her.

Sunset Vista.

As Ophelia entered, she immediately sensed an unusual scent. I happened to see Bryson walking with crutches from the other side, so she asked, “What happened at home?” Bryson had just returned from exercising in the garden. These past few days, he had been very diligent, and now walking was no longer so difficult. Upon hearing this, he looked at her with pity and said, “You will know once you go inside.”

Ophelia squinted her eyes and looked at Bryson’s reaction, not knowing why. She suddenly had a bad feeling in her heart. But she still turned her head and went in. Then Winford, with a cold and stern expression, sat on the single sofa as if he were deliberately waiting for her. As soon as he heard the sound of her entering the room, he raised his gaze and looked in her direction.

“I came back.”

His tone was flat and without any fluctuations, and his handsome face remained calm. However, Ophelia instinctively felt a tightness in her scalp and stopped in her tracks.

“Coming back…” she responded, a hint of caution evident in her beautiful eyes, “Honey, did someone make you angry?” She felt that Winford was angry, and it seemed to be related to her, but it didn’t make sense because she had been very well-behaved these past two days and hadn’t done anything to make him angry at all! As she speculated, she continued to stride towards Winford.

When she arrived by his side, she casually glanced to the side and saw many beautifully packaged gift boxes in the living room. As she sat down next to Winford, she asked casually, “Who sent these and why aren’t they put away?”

As soon as the words were spoken, Bryson, who entered the room afterwards, and Graham, who was standing nearby, couldn’t help but give her a sympathetic look. Ophelia’s heart suddenly skipped a beat; before she had a chance to think it through, she heard Winford’s voice ringing in her ears.

“It was sent by your admirer, Lia. Do you want to go and see if you like it?” As he spoke, the man’s large hand fell on her head, gently caressing it.

“What, what admirer?!” Ophelia exclaimed, her eyes widening in shock. She was about to jump up, but the hand above her head made her dare not move, because she felt the restrained violence of the man under that gentle force.

“Husband. I knew nothing; you must believe me!” She suddenly embraced Winford, looking up at him with a pitiful expression.