Chapter 37
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At that moment, Kevin had just parked the car and quickly walked over. He addressed the elderly woman politely, “Mrs. Foster Senior, this young lady is the storytelling performer that Mr.
Jackman arranged for you.”
Mrs. Foster Senior looked surprised but showed no disdain despite my young age.
“Oh, a storytelling performer,” she said, coughing lightly. “But I’d like to go see my flowers now.”
Behind her stood a middle–aged woman who chimed in, “I’ll help Mrs. Foster Senior to the garden.
You two can come inside first”
I asked softly, “May I join you to admire the flowers, Mrs. Foster Senior?”
Mrs. Foster Senior seemed even more surprised. “Of course, young lady! None of the other children in my family care for these flowers. They come and go but never bother to appreciate them. It’s such a pity!”
I handed my lute and bag to Kevin.
The middle–aged woman introduced herself, “I’m the caregiver and also Kevin’s wife, Sarah Zeller. You can call me Sarah.”
“Sarah, my name is Juliet Sutton. You can call me Juliet or just Jules.”
Following their steps, I admired the flowers planted around the garden. They bloomed vibrantly, a testament to the care and effort that went into maintaining them.
“Whenever I see these flowers, my spirits are lifted, Mrs. Foster Senior said.
I crouched down to meet her gaze at eye level, naming several of the flower varieties around us. Mrs. Foster Senior’s surprise deepened. Perhaps she had assumed earlier that I was merely trying. to flatter her. She likely hadn’t expected me to genuinely know the names of the flowers.
“My mother used to love flowers,” I explained. “I would help her water them when I was younger.”
“Ah, that explains it,” Mrs. Foster Senior said, her expression softening as she looked at me.” You’ve been hunching for a while now. Stand up straight and talk, dear. You’ll get pins and needles in your legs.”
I shook my head gently. Hunching allowed me to speak to her without forcing her to crane her neck, reducing the strain on her spine.
“I heard that my grandson invited you to perform storytelling and folk music for me. You must
know him well?”
I froze for a moment, then shook my head. “It was Kevin who heard me performing at a lounge. I
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haven’t met your grandson before.”
A flicker of disappointment crossed her face. “Oh, I see. How old are you, dear? You look quite
young.
“I just turned 20.”
“Still so young! My grandson is already 28, yet he doesn’t even have a girlfriend!”
“If he’s your grandson, Mrs. Foster Senior, I’m sure he’s outstanding. A girlfriend will come to him in no time.”
Mrs. Foster Senior chuckled, amused. “You really know how to cheer people up.”
Sarah joined in the laughter. “It’s been a long time since I’ve seen Mrs. Foster Senior this happy.”
After admiring the flowers, we returned to the villa I took out my lute, ready to perform.
Mrs. Foster Senior waved her hand. “No need to play today, dear. Your wrist must be bothering you.
I was startled. My wrist wasn’t bandaged, so how did she notice it?
“I saw you unconsciously clenching your right fist earlier,” she explained. “That’s a sign of discomfort in the wrist. Your wrist looks slightly swollen too. Let’s wait until next time.
I glanced at my wrist. Mrs. Foster Senior was the first person to notice the discomfort I had been ignoring.
In the past, only my parents would have caught such details.
My eyes reddened involuntarily. Taking a deep breath, I pushed down the wave of sadness. “Thank you, Mrs. Foster Senior.”
“I should be the one thanking you for keeping me company. My family is always so busy and rarely visits me. Seeing you here makes me feel at ease.”
For the first time since my rebirth, I felt a pang of guilt.
I was here with ulterior motives–I only approached her to get closer to her grandson. But I had no choice.
I needed to take revenge!
Kevin drove me out of the estate, but before we left the grounds, another car drove in.
I recognized the license plate instantly–it was Gideon’s car. I had learned about it through Yvette, who seemed to know everything about him.
