Became A Queen After divorce

He knew his eldest daughter’s temperament very well; she was not someone easily placated.

So he could only pacify Miss Callahan, who was easier to deal with, since this woman only loved money.

“Alright, don’t be angry anymore. Take this card and go shopping. Buy whatever you like, so you won’t be angry anymore, okay?” Declan said generously, handing her a black gold peony card.

The woman’s eyes lit up, and she happily hugged his neck after taking the black card, standing on tiptoe.

Then, with a peck on the man’s cheek, she affectionately said, “Thank you, dear. I’ll go shopping then.”

“Go ahead.”

After Camilla left, Declan expressionlessly wiped off the lipstick mark remaining on his face.

He shook his head with disappointment and murmured softly, “None of the women in this world can compare to her, not even if they look alike… it’s not her.”

If it were her… she wouldn’t try to make him happy with just a little money.

Brody had been with him the longest, and he knew better than anyone else the feelings between the master and the madam.

The women who followed, without exception, all resembled the madam to some extent…

Whether it was their eyes, nose, or personality…

In any case, they were all just pitiful substitutes.

“Madam is so beautiful, like a pure white jasmine flower, how could these common things compare?”

Thinking back to his wife’s appearance and smile, Declan’s face involuntarily revealed a nostalgic smile.

“Yes, she will always be the most beautiful presence in my heart.”Text © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

“Natalia… are you doing well down there?”

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On the other side, after Libby left Gilliam Mansion, she didn’t go to the company but went straight to the hospital.

Upon hearing that Pearl had almost had an accident last night, and Sam had arrived just in time to save her, the latter was also injured and hospitalized.

Thinking about the content of the will she had just seen, Libby was always indignant on her way to the hospital.

She stepped on the gas pedal, and the luxury car sped like lightning on the road.

Only the cold wind blowing on her face could briefly calm the resentment in her heart.

Soon, Libby arrived at the hospital and learned from inquiries that Sam was staying in the VIP ward on the eighth floor. She eagerly went there with a bouquet of flowers.

When she reached the door, she found that it was not closed, so she walked up to take a look.

Sure enough, familiar voices came from inside.

“Come on, just have a sip. I spent over two hours making this bone broth for you, guaranteed to be nourishing.”

“Miss Pearl, you’ve worked hard, but I’m really not hungry right now.”

“No, you’re hungry. Deep down, you really want to drink the soup I made. Don’t be shy, it’s just the two of us here.”

Once again, Sam found himself speechless.

Shy? When did she see him being shy?

He had thought about just pretending to drink it to appease her.

But when he glanced at the color of the chicken soup, Sam realized he didn’t have the courage to do so.

The broken chicken neck with the head hanging limp on the side of the bowl, faint traces of unwashed blood could be seen.

“I can tell, this is definitely made by Miss Pearl herself.”

If this was bought from outside, the shop would have closed down long ago.

Miss Pearl, who couldn’t tell the meaning behind his words, thought Sam was praising her effort and smiled happily.

Looking at him with bright eyes, she looked like she was seeking praise. “Yes, I did everything from buying the ingredients to making the soup by myself. How is it? Am I good to you?”

“Please try it to see if it tastes good.”

Sam smiled wryly.

Was he really going to drink this poisoned chicken soup today?

For the first time, the blond henchman standing by the side saw Mr. Hurst show such a helpless expression, so he couldn’t help but laugh.

After hearing his laughter, Pearl turned back to him, puzzled.

“Why are you laughing so much? Tell me, I want to hear…”

“I… I didn’t, didn’t laugh at anything.”

The blond henchman realized how audacious and bold he had just been, but fortunately, Miss Pearl was standing in front of him. If it were the young lady, he might have been dragged out and whipped by now.

Sam only noticed him now and asked with a slight surprise, “When did you come?”

The blond henchman dared not speak; he had actually been here for quite some time.

“Miss Pearl, forgive me. This is my most trusted subordinate.”

Hearing Mr. Hurst’s introduction, the blond henchman’s excitement made his two silly hairs stand up.

Did he hear it wrong?

Mr. Hurst just said he was his most trusted subordinate.

Before the young man could be moved to tears, Sam’s next words instantly broke his illusion.

“This child is pitiful. Both his parents died when he was young, and he had to drop out of school early to pay off debts.”

“The chicken soup you made must taste like a mother’s cooking, so he really wants to drink it.”

Thank you, Mr. Hurst, for fabricating such a story; actually, his mother was alive and well.

Miss Pearl, like a naive rich girl, was easily convinced by Sam’s words.

“Really? Then he’s even more pitiful than me. Although I don’t have a mother, I still have my father to take care of me.”

“Give this bowl of soup to him.”

The blond henchman suddenly understood something.

His most respected and admired Mr. Hurst didn’t want to drink the poisoned chicken soup, so he made up a lie to deceive Miss Pearl.

“Ah, this… this isn’t appropriate. Miss Pearl made the soup herself for Mr. Hurst. How can a little errand boy like me deserve it?”

Upon hearing this, Sam’s smile became even more kind and friendly, and his voice was as gentle as Pearl’s.

“If I say you deserve it, then you deserve it. Are you saying Miss Pearl’s soup isn’t good enough for you?”

The blond henchman trembled with fear, whispering in his heart: [It’s obviously you who don’t want to…]

To prove that her soup wasn’t bad, Pearl widened her watery eyes and stared at the blond henchman.

“Drink it. If you don’t, it means you despise my soup!”

Miss Pearl had already said this much; if he didn’t drink it, it would confirm her suspicion.

Taking a deep breath, just as he was convincing himself to taste this poisoned chicken soup, Miss Pearl suddenly stopped him.

“Wait a minute!”

“What’s wrong?”

Sam had just breathed a sigh of relief, but her sudden halt made him nervous again.

“What’s wrong?”

The next moment, they saw Pearl reach out and take out a small white paper package from her pocket.

She carefully unfolded it.

Inside the paper package was an unknown green powder.

Then the green powder was sprinkled into the chicken soup, adding an unmistakable color to the dark red soup.

Throughout the whole process, no one spoke. Sam was astonished and tongue-tied.

“This…”

Was she really not poisoning him?