Chapter 1791

Wenham’s voice echoed from the kitchen, asking if the soup was ready. “Coming,” Darcie replied while swiftly deleting all the messages on her phone. She gracefully carried the hot soup to the dining area.

“Let Sandra handle these matters moving forward.”

Wenham wiped his hands and continued, “It’s getting cold, and the food will cool down during all the back-and-forth.”

“Sandra has been busy all night. She’s currently having dinner. We shouldn’t trouble her with these minor tasks,” Darcie said as she filled another bowl of hot soup for Wenham. “Plus, I’m used to it. I took care of your mom, remember? It’s not a big deal.”

Wenham paused upon hearing that and refrained from saying anything more.

the wealth of the Saun family, finding help for such tiring work was easy as long as the pay was good. Eleanor, once a renowned debutante in Rivera, had become bedridden because of her illness. Her self-esteem

high

Even in the face of daily sarcastic

saw Darcie reaching out to catch his mother’s vomit during an episode, a gesture he, as her son,

just ill. Bedridden for years and fretting over her son’s future, Eleanor grew tired, and her

caregivers, Darcie stepped in to look after Eleanor. Despite enduring daily verbal abuse,

woman such as Darcie would undoubtedly nurture her descendants after her death, securing the

with money, ensuring she and her daughter had a carefree life. However, Darcie refused, stating

distance to take care of him. Even with a

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