Once a Doormat, Now Untouchable

James reassures Sydney of her safety, highlighting the bond they share. Despite feeling comforted, Sydney chooses not to dwell on the implications of his words. Instead, she focuses on drafting a dietary plan for Florence, who has been unwell. The scene is set with candlelight and the scent of herbs, creating an atmosphere of quiet determination as Sydney aims to strengthen Florence's health.

As the chapter unfolds, James steps out to address an incident involving the Sterling family's old madam, who attempted to intrude. He and Theodore discuss the troubling dynamics surrounding Sydney's past with the Sterlings, revealing that their treatment of her may have been far from kind. Florence, aware of the situation, expresses her concern for Sydney, indicating a protective instinct towards her despite her own struggles. Florence's unexpected invitation for Sydney to stay for lunch surprises both men, as she has typically avoided social interactions.

This gesture signifies a shift in her character, showcasing her growing bond with Sydney. James conveys this invitation to Sydney, who hesitates but ultimately agrees, feeling uncertain about intruding on their family time. As they move towards the dining room, Sydney's attention is drawn to a family portrait, stirring confusion within her as she realizes there is a missing child in the image. James's somber revelation about his younger sister, who went missing years ago, adds a layer of emotional depth to the narrative, highlighting themes of loss and familial connection.

The chapter concludes with a poignant moment that intertwines their stories, leaving readers to ponder the implications of their shared pasts. Continue Regular Chapter Reading Below **Chapter 320** "Ensuring your safety is the least our family can do," James declared, his voice steady and reassuring. As those words hung in the air, Sydney felt a flicker of comfort, though she sensed the weight behind them. It was a reminder of the bond they shared, but she chose to let it slide, not wanting to dwell on the implications.

"Thank you," she replied simply, her voice barely above a whisper, yet filled with sincerity. Settling back into her chair, she immersed herself once more in her earlier task, focusing intently on drafting a dietary regimen. The flickering candlelight cast gentle shadows across her notes as she scribbled, the faint scent of herbs wafting through the room. Florence's pulse had been weak, and the thought of strong tonics made her uneasy. The first step in her plan was to fortify and balance Florence's spleen and stomach, ensuring she had the strength to recover.

the elevator. He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a soft murmur, "Dr. Wilson, keep writing. If anything arises, just call for me." "Alright," Sydney nodded, her brow furrowing in concentration as she bent over her notes once more. James stepped out into the living room, where he found Theodore diligently peeling grapes for Florence, the delicate fruit glistening under the soft light. "What happened outside just now?" Theodore asked, his voice laced with curiosity. "The Sterling

child, yet only Raymond had known the darker truths-that Eloise mistreated Sydney. And Raymond, being the quiet type, had never shared this troubling information, leaving the family in the dark about

voice soft yet firm as she turned her head away from the grapes Theodore offered. "She clearly hasn't had it easy. If they dare treat her like that in front of others, imagine how cruel they must be in private." James nodded, his expression solemn. "I've already warned the Sterlings. For now, they shouldn't trouble Dr. Wilson again." Theodore offered a supportive nod,

the study," James replied. "She's writing a diet plan for you." "Then tell the kitchen she's staying for lunch," Florence commanded, her tone leaving no room for argument. Both men paused, surprise flickering across their faces. Over the years, Florence had developed a strong aversion to socializing with outsiders, let alone sharing a meal. Countless socialites had been turned away at the door with polite but firm refusals. For her to extend an invitation herself-how could they possibly refuse? "I'll see to it,"

I included plenty of options. She can choose whatever she prefers each day. As for restrictions, nothing major-just avoid cold foods." James glanced over the pages, a hint of gratitude softening his features. "Thank you. Also, my parents would like you to stay for lunch. Would that be convenient for you?" "I don't mind," Sydney replied hesitantly,

a family portrait hanging prominently in the living room. Nine faces smiled back at her-four adults and five children, frozen in time. But a nagging thought tugged at her mind; she remembered that Theodore and Florence had only four offspring. Her steps