Chapter 90

Ophelia hesitated for a long time, but eventually ran to the study to find Winford. “Honey, could you take me to school?” she asked. The girl stood before him, lively and charming, her eager eyes full of anticipation.

Winford was taken aback. He looked unclear and uncertain. “Aren’t you afraid that others would know about our relationship?”

“Why should I be afraid?” Ophelia was surprised, then realized Winford was concerned about his reputation. Who outside didn't know that Mr. Winford was a dying man? He was afraid that others would find out about her relationship with him and gossip about her.

A sudden wave of sharp pain surged in her heart. Ophelia said, “Our relationship is nothing to be ashamed of; I want my husband to take me!” The tone was stubborn and firm.

Winford felt a soft spot in his heart, as if it had been struck heavily. “Okay,” he replied slowly in a hoarse voice.

Graham: “Ah, but wasn’t there a video conference scheduled to start in ten minutes?”

Ophelia happily went to get her suitcase. Graham spoke with difficulty, “Mr. Winford, the company executives had already been prepared…” Among them, a few were actually members of the Pruitt family, who had managed to carve out some time with great difficulty.

Winford’s expression remained unchanged, and without the slightest hesitation, he said, “Postpone.” Compared to his little wife, these were nothing.

Ophelia did not know that Winford had changed his entire day’s plans for her. She was quietly thinking that it seemed she needed to do something. If she didn’t prove her abilities, Winford wouldn’t believe she could cure his illness; he would only think she was trying to cheer him up, and then continue to torment himself in his heart.

The servant carried her suitcase downstairs, and Ophelia saw that Winford had already gotten into the car, so she happily ran over. At that time, the annex building… Today was also the day Elva started school.

“Mom, I also wanted Mr. Winford to take me to school!” Elva said this with red eyes, a choked voice, and a sense of unwillingness. God knows how long she had been looking forward to this day. In her imagination, she was supposed to be the center of attention today, surrounded by stars and admired by everyone.

As a result, everything she deserved was taken away by Ophelia! So many people were busy running around for Ophelia, yet Mr. Winford even insisted on personally taking her to school. And what about her? No one even asked a single question!

Bertha felt sorry for her daughter and hurriedly comforted her, saying, “Alright, alright, I’ll go find Mr. Winford right now. Elva, just wait a moment!”

“I wanted to ride in the same car as Mr. Winford!” Elva made her request again. Bertha repeatedly said yes, agreeing to everything without the slightest hesitation.

Elva felt anxious, “…but would Mr. Winford agree?” Bertha said nonchalantly, “Your dad lost his life saving Madam Pruitt, so how could Mr. Winford not agree?”

In Bertha’s view, the Pruitt family owed her family a debt of gratitude that could never be repaid. It was not too much to ask for her daughter Elva to be treated as a proper young lady by the Pruitt family. After all, it was just Mr. Winford giving Elva a ride; what was wrong with that?

Elva then broke into a smile after stopping her tears. On the car, Ophelia settled in, and just as the driver was about to start, Bertha suddenly approached.

“Mr. Winford!” Ophelia looked up and, upon seeing Elva pulling a suitcase behind Bertha, her eyelids twitched slightly.

Winford was resting with his eyes closed when he was interrupted, feeling somewhat displeased. “What is it?” he asked.

“Mr. Winford, since Elva also started school today and you have already taken the young lady, could you also give Elva a ride?”

Ophelia “999”

Ophelia thought she must have misheard. How could Bertha have said something so brazenly? Since she was sending her, did that mean she had to send Elva? She was Winford’s wife; what was Elva, and how could she even be compared to her?

Elva didn’t seem to think there was anything wrong with it. She looked longingly at the spot next to Winford, saw Ophelia sitting there, and her eyes turned red with jealousy. She wished she could rush over immediately, pull Ophelia away, and take her place!

At that moment, Winford spoke up: “Bertha, what is your relationship with your daughter?” With his cold voice, the surrounding temperature seemed to drop. Before Bertha could answer, he asked, “Graham?”

Graham held his breath and focused, “Mr. Winford, Bertha and Elva were the servants of the Pruitt family.”