Once a Doormat, Now Untouchable

Florence experiences a remarkable recovery from her leg injury, which fills her with renewed hope. As Sydney helps her by removing the last needle from her leg, a moment of relief and warmth passes between them. Florence, grateful for Sydney's care, offers her a bowl of fish maw soup, a dish she had prepared specifically for her.

However, Sydney hesitates, burdened by the impending arrival of Penelope, which complicates her feelings and leads her to decline the offer. As the atmosphere shifts, Penelope unexpectedly enters the kitchen, drawn by the enticing aroma of the soup. Her presence catches the housekeeper off guard, and when she inquires about the dish, the housekeeper struggles to explain its purpose. The tension escalates when Penelope learns that the soup is meant for someone pregnant, leading her to suspect that it is intended for Sydney.

This revelation ignites a fierce jealousy within Penelope, who is unable to accept the idea of Sydney possibly bearing a child, especially if it could be tied to either Julian or Caleb. Penelope's anger deepens as she grapples with her own insecurities and fears of being overshadowed by Sydney. The narrative reveals her internal turmoil as she considers the implications of Sydney's potential pregnancy on her own status within the Hutton family.

The chapter builds suspense as Penelope's jealousy transforms her demeanor, leading her to confront Sydney with a disingenuous sweetness, urging her to take the soup. This interaction highlights the brewing conflict between the two women, setting the stage for a dramatic confrontation. As the chapter concludes, the tension between Sydney and Penelope is palpable. Sydney senses something amiss in Penelope's overly cordial behavior, creating an atmosphere of unease.

The chapter ends on a cliffhanger, leaving readers eager to discover how the conflict between the two women will unfold and what impact it will have on their relationships within the Hutton family. Continue Regular Chapter Reading Below **When The Ocean Learned My Name and Whispered It Back to You by Aurelia Novel 475** **Chapter 475** It was nothing short of astonishing how swiftly Florence's legs had healed. The speed of her recovery surpassed even her wildest expectations, filling her with a sense of renewed hope and vitality.

As Sydney gently extracted the last needle from Florence's leg, a wave of relief washed over both of them. Florence's gaze lingered on Sydney's face, which radiated kindness and understanding. With a soft smile, she spoke, her voice laced with warmth, "I had the chef prepare some fish maw soup for you. You should have a bowl before you leave, hmm?" In earlier days, Sydney would have accepted the offer with a bright smile and no second thoughts.

pause, she shook her head gently. "Thank you, but I must decline today. My mentor and his wife

I'll arrange for someone to take Penelope and Megan back to Brimcrest. Their arrival was completely unexpected, and I wasn't ready for it." Sydney returned

clay pot bubbling away, and she inquired coolly, "What's cooking? Get me a bowl." The housekeeper froze in place, caught off guard by Penelope's unexpected presence.

housekeeper hesitated, her mind racing for a way to diffuse the situation. "This soup is meant to nourish pregnancy, Miss. But there's fresh herbal soup from noon in the fridge. Would you prefer that instead?" she suggested, hoping to redirect Penelope's attention. The staff at Seraph Villa were largely unaware of the intricate happenings

gravely mistaken. The moment Penelope heard the word "pregnancy," her expression darkened, her eyes narrowing with suspicion. "Soup from noon? So I'm supposed to drink leftovers?" Her tone was sharp, her gaze piercing. "Nourish pregnancy? Who in this house needs that kind of thing?" A flicker of suspicion ignited in her eyes. "Don't tell me it's my mother?" She nearly laughed at the absurdity

thoughts. Before she and Megan had arrived, Seraph Villa had only

the Sterling family, basking in a life of untouchable glory. How could Penelope, the so-called fifth daughter of the Huttons, ever hope to outshine her then? 'If it's Caleb's child...' A fiery rage

from the shadows, stepping into view with an almost deceptive sweetness. "Sydney," she called, her voice dripping with a false warmth, "the kitchen made fish maw