Chapter 347
Cherise stood up, gazing at the unique villa in front of her. From the perspective of a professional designer, she had to admit that it was quite impressive.
“Please follow me, Ms. Leach, Engene said politely.
“Sure.” Cherise replied softly, taking a step and following him.
As they entered the villa, she expected the strong scent of medicine to fill the air, considering all the herbs drying in the yard. However, there was no trace of it.
Instead, the house was filled with the fragrance of orchids, accompanied by a faint hint of ink and paint.
“Ms. Leach, this way. Mr. Garcia is in the tea room.” Eugene gestured as he led the way.
The interior design was distinct, with a soothing classic aesthetic, both cozy and full of depth. They passed a long corridor filled with orchids, and Eugene stopped in front of a wooden sliding door.
He knocked twice. From inside, the vigorous voice of an elderly man came through. “Come in!”
The door slid open, and Cherise immediately saw the elderly man inside. With his back to them, he sat in a wooden wheelchair, carefully trimming an orchid.
“Eugene, please take care of the three young men in the yard. Ms. Leach, come in and have a cup of tea, Carson said in a gentle tone.
Cherise smiled lightly. “Thank you, Mr. Garcia. I’m sorry to bother you.”
Eugene left, and Cherise stepped into the room, gently sliding the door shut behind her. Just then, Carson set down the scissors he had been holding and moved his wheelchair slightly. He then turned to look at her.
The moment he laid eyes on Cherise, his face broke into a warm smile. For Cherise, however, it was a different story. As he turned around, her eyes widened in surprise.
She thought, ‘Grandpa Marlon said that Mr. Garcia was a man of both talent and good health. Yet this man lost his legs. Was this connected to his sudden disappearance years ago?”
Noticing the shock in Cherise’s gaze, Carson wasn’t mad. He still wore a cheerful smile. “Come here, young lady, take a seat.. Let me see what you think of the tangerine tea I made.”
Cherise’s surprise quickly faded. She smiled and sat across from him. She felt that he was a lively and friendly old man, his warmth shining through.
Beside them, the water in the kettle bubbled away.
Carson reached for the kettle, pouring the hot water into the teapot containing the tangerines. After a moment, he poured. two cups and handed one to Cherise. “Here, give it a try.”
Cherise nodded, smiling in thanks. She lifted the cup, inhaled the aroma, and took a sip. “The aftertaste is rich, and the fragrance is fresh. It’s so refreshing. I like it very much!”
Carson chuckled warmly. “Good. You’re not only humble but also graceful and refined. I see a fine character in you.” Cherise set down the cup and, with polite curiosity, asked, “Mr. Garcia, aren’t you going to ask me why I’m here?”
Carson, with a gentle smile, waved his hand dismissively. “You don’t need to explain. I’ve been waiting for you for a few days.”
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Cherise was momentarily refused. “Waiting for me?
As she spoke, her gaze casually swept around the room, and her mind was quietly processing every small detail from the moment she had entered.
While there wasn’t a visible sign of tarot, she could feel the presence of many symbols related to tarot.
Clearly, the room’s arrangement adhered to the principles of tart, and the decor was clearly intended to follow these mysterious rules. The setup of the room made sense to Cherise now. It seemed that Carson was very familiar with this field.
Sitting up straighter, Cherise fixed her gaze on Carson, sensing there was more to his words. Seeing her expression, Carson nodded slowly and said. “Yes, I’ve been waiting for you. You are the granddaughter of Amelia, aren’t you?”
“I am,” Cherise answered.
Carson nodded again, appearing content. “She was very lucky to have you as her granddaughter. It’s a shame that she didn’t live to see your wedding. Your husband is a good man. He makes up for the misfortunes your original family brings you
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“I guess Amelia can finally rest in peace.”
When Carson mentioned Morris, Cherise’s face flushed slightly, but she quickly regained her composure.
She had to admit that Carson was truly on another level. He was someone far more exceptional than the so–called respected figures from prominent families people often spoke of. He was genuine, with real skills and knowledge.
Cherise took the photo from her bag and placed it on the table. So, whether this photo was brought here or not doesn’t really matter.”
Carson poured her another cup of tea. “Exactly.” They exchanged a brief look and then shared a quiet laugh.
Carson continued, “If I hadn’t left Saphira years ago. I would have made sure to mentor you properly. Your talent is far above many so–called masters–even me. It’s okay that you didn’t start this since your childhood.
“Don’t worry, with your intelligence, it’s never too late to start. You’re a truly remarkable child.”
Carson’s gaze softened with a touch of regret as he looked at Cherise. “Let’s head to the study. I’ll tell you the answers you’re looking for.” Then he patted the armrest of his wheelchair.
Cherise felt a warmth in her heart toward Carson, even though he was shrouded in mystery. “Okay.” She smiled and stood up, moving to push him from behind.
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