Chapter 172 Sylvia brought the two little rascals to their bedroom and started telling them a bedtime
story.
Only after the two of them fall asleep did she leave their room.
Madam Carter‘s words rung in her head, so she went to Madam Carter‘s room. Madam Carter was still
awake, obviously waiting for her.
Sylvia walked in and asked, “Grandmother, what do you want to talk about?”
Madam Carter waved, signaling her to come closer. “Syl, come ‘ere.”
Sylvia wheeled herself closer. Madam Carter held Sylvia‘s hand and said, “Tell me, how did you hurt
your leg?” “I fell down when I was walking.” Madam Carter refused to believe her excuse. She stared at
Sylvia and continued, “Does it have anything to do with Odell?” Sylvia anxiously answered, “No,
nothing. He‘s not involved.” He was the one who had brought her to the hospital in spite of that
unhappy journey. Madam Carter sighed a breath of relief. She said to Sylvia, “If Odell is mean to you,
just tell me. I‘ll do you justice.” Sylvia returned a comforting smile. “Thank you, Grandmother.”
As long as she could continue to see the kids, there would not be any unhappy conflicts between her
and Odell.
Sylvia thought Madam Carter just wanted to talk to her about her injuries, and since it was getting late,
she said, “Grandmother, you should get some rest now. I‘ll visit again tomorrow.”
“Hold on.”
Sylvia looked at her. “What‘s wrong, Grandmother? Is there anything else?” Madam Carter curved her
eyes and smiled. She pulled out a little notebook and a pen from beside her pillow. The notebook
seemed to be her diary. She opened a blank page and gave it to Sylvia together with the pen. “Sylvia,
can you give me your signature?” Sylvia was at a loss for words.
Madam Carter reminded her, “Sunflower Bloom.”
Sylvia instantly knew what she was referring to. She smiled and said, “Sure.”
She took the pen and notebook and wrote ‘Sunflower Bloom‘ in her calligraphy. The smile on Madam
Carter‘s face grew wider. She continued, “Syl, I really like your artistic
side and your painting, but you are running a little slow on producing work. Can you draw a little more?”
Sylvia did not expect Madam Carter to be such a fan. She smiled and said, “I‘ll do my best,
Grandmother.”
“Okay, okay. Go now, you should go back and rest. Don‘t let Isabel and Liam worry about you. I‘ll look
after them.”
“Thank you, Grandmother.” After the heart–warming chat, Sylvia left the room. She wheeled herself
across the corridor and returned to the living room. To her surprise, Odell was still on the couch, and a
servant was there making tea for him. Sylvia did not want to interrupt, so she wheeled herself towards
the exit. “Stop right there.” The man‘s cold voice suddenly echoed. Sylvia turned to him in confusion.
Odell stared at her coldly. “I gave you a time limit. You are supposed to leave before nine, but it‘s
almost ten now.” Despite being irritated by his temper, Sylvia maintained her politeness and explained,“
Grandmother wanted to talk to me. It‘s just a little delay.” “No more next time,” Odell said with a frosty
gaze.
Sylvia turned a blind eye and wheeled herself out of the living room.
Odell watched her wheeled out of the exit without pause and together with the nonchalant response
earlier, it vexed him.
Smack!
He slammed the cup of tea on the table.
The servant was shocked. “Master, is it too hot?”
Odell pursed his lips and swallowed the rising grievance. “Just go.” “Yes, sir.” The servant quickly
strode out of the living room. Odell frustratedly put the book down and got up to the balcony outside his
bedroom.
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