But he didn’t know—we had never shared the same bed.
One call from Chloe, and Andrew would climb walls and break his leg just to get to her.
Meanwhile, one night I burned with fever until dawn before a servant discovered me.
At the estate, Chloe eagerly presented the supplements I had bought to Mr. Smith, smiling brightly:
“Mr. Smith, these are for you. Please take them, they’ll be good for your health.”
Mr. Smith only nodded.
Chloe’s smile faltered. She knew Mr. Smith was generous; whenever Andrew and I visited, he always received lavish gifts.
But this time, he barely acknowledged her.
Her eyes welled with tears as she looked at Andrew.
Andrew spoke up for her:
“Dad, Chloe went out of her way to buy these for you. Couldn’t you at least smile?”
Mr. Smith snorted.
“I may be old, but I’m not senile. These supplements are rarities even European nobles can’t get. Other than Rachel, who else could have obtained them?”
“Such fine things—who else but Rachel would rush to give them to me first?”
My nose stung. At least someone recognized my efforts.
Chloe burst into tears and stormed off, but Andrew hesitated only briefly before staying behind.
That night, he suddenly embraced me, whispering into my ear: