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She thought Old Mr. Jarvis was under the weather, so she video-called Estelle to check on him. Only after laying

eyes on Old Mr. Jarvis herself did she breathe a sigh of relief.

On the phone, Magdalen playfully coaxed, “Grandpa, I’m getting hitched! You gonna make it?”

Old Mr. Jarvis chuckled warmly, “Wouldn’t miss it for the world, my dear! I’ll be there to toast to your happiness!”

“Really?” Magdalen had sent out a fancy invitation to Old Mr. Jarvis a while back but feared he might not want to

trek out from C City. She’d held back from nagging him over the phone, but now the confirmation had her grinning

from ear to ear.

“Of course, it’s true. How could I skip my own granddaughter’s wedding? And I’ve already picked out a smashing

gift for you!” said Old Mr. Jarvis with a hearty laugh.

“No need for gifts, Grandpa. Just having you there will make my day shine!” Magdalen assured him.

After exchanging a few more words with Old Mr. Jarvis, she urged Estelle to hurry back to J City, preferably with Old

Mr. Jarvis in tow.

Once she hung up, Magdalen whirled to Morrison, her excitement palpable, “Old Mr. Jarvis is coming! Isn’t that

wonderful?”

“Is he now?” Morrison raised his eyebrows, slightly taken aback. “Old Mr. Jarvis doesn’t just leave C City for

anything, and he seldom attends the younger generation’s weddings. You must be quite special to him!”

“Well, I am his granddaughter, after all!” Magdalen boasted with a proud tilt of her chin.

Morrison pulled her onto his lap and inquired, “Jonathan hasn’t made it back yet?”

She replied, “I checked with Ella, he’ll be back before the wedding!”

Morrison’s expression remained cool. “Does Estelle have any clue what Jonathan’s up to in M Country?”

“He’s sorting out some trouble at the branch office that needed his personal touch,” Magdalen informed him.

“Take a look at this!” Morrison flicked his phone on and showed her an international finance website article that had

snagged photos of Jonathan.

The smile on Magdalen’s face faltered as she spotted the woman leaving the hotel with Jonathan, “Sylvia?”

Morrison was curious, “What’s she doing with Jonathan?”

In the photo, the pair were close, exiting the hotel together at eight in the morning, looking far too casual for a

business meeting.

Magdalen shook her head, “I haven’t seen her in ages!”

She whipped out her phone, “I’ll give her a ring!”

The phone rang out without an answer.

Magdalen and Sylvia Jarvis were friends, though not particularly close, just business associates.

She remembered using Sylvia to test Jonathan before, and he hadn’t taken the bait. Was this encounter merely a

coincidence?

Feeling a bit uneasy, she asked Morrison, “Should we tell Ella?”

He shook his head, “Better not. It’s all speculation right now. Jumping to conclusions could cause unnecessary

drama. Plus, Estelle’s still in C City. Let her enjoy her time with Old Mr. Jarvis.”

Magdalen agreed, “Ella doesn’t keep up with the news online; she likely doesn’t know. We’ll wait for Jonathan’s

return.”

The next day in the afternoon, Estelle returned to J City, still no sign of Jonathan.

On Saturday, as usual, she went to the Lamonts’ to tutor Henson.

She caught up with Catherine in the foyer while Norah was upstairs, venting her frustration to Henson, “How could

Jonathan do this? Wasn’t he supposed to be on business? Why’s he cozying up with some woman?”

Henson studied the photos on his phone intently, “Where did you get this?”

“I handle clients in M Country now and again, so I keep an eye on the economic news there. I didn’t expect to catch

Jonathan in the act,” Norah fumed. “The nerve of him, not rushing back after wrapping up business!”

Henson’s brows knit together, his tone certain, “No way, Jonathan wouldn’t be with another woman.”

Norah was still irate, “If he dares to do anything to betray Estelle, I’ll disown him as a brother!”

Casting a glance at the clock, Henson warned, “Ms. Macclain will be here soon. You best skedaddle, and don’t you

dare bring this up in front of her.”

“I know, and neither should you,” Norah cautioned before heading back to her room.

She thought Old Mr. Jarvis was under the weather, so she video-called Estelle to check on him. Only after laying

eyes on Old Mr. Jarvis herself did she breathe a sigh of relief.

On the phone, Magdalen playfully coaxed, “Grandpa, I’m getting hitched! You gonna make it?”

Old Mr. Jarvis chuckled warmly, “Wouldn’t miss it for the world, my dear! I’ll be there to toast to your happiness!”

“Really?” Magdalen had sent out a fancy invitation to Old Mr. Jarvis a while back but feared he might not want to

trek out from C City. She’d held back from nagging him over the phone, but now the confirmation had her grinning

from ear to ear.

“Of course, it’s true. How could I skip my own granddaughter’s wedding? And I’ve already picked out a smashing

gift for you!” said Old Mr. Jarvis with a hearty laugh.

“No need for gifts, Grandpa. Just having you there will make my day shine!” Magdalen assured him.

After exchanging a few more words with Old Mr. Jarvis, she urged Estelle to hurry back to J City, preferably with Old

Mr. Jarvis in tow.

Once she hung up, Magdalen whirled to Morrison, her excitement palpable, “Old Mr. Jarvis is coming! Isn’t that

wonderful?”

“Is he now?” Morrison raised his eyebrows, slightly taken aback. “Old Mr. Jarvis doesn’t just leave C City for

anything, and he seldom attends the younger generation’s weddings. You must be quite special to him!”

“Well, I am his granddaughter, after all!” Magdalen boasted with a proud tilt of her chin.

Morrison pulled her onto his lap and inquired, “Jonathan hasn’t made it back yet?”

She replied, “I checked with Ella, he’ll be back before the wedding!”

Morrison’s expression remained cool. “Does Estelle have any clue what Jonathan’s up to in M Country?”

“He’s sorting out some trouble at the branch office that needed his personal touch,” Magdalen informed him.

“Take a look at this!” Morrison flicked his phone on and showed her an international finance website article that had

snagged photos of Jonathan.

The smile on Magdalen’s face faltered as she spotted the woman leaving the hotel with Jonathan, “Sylvia?”

Morrison was curious, “What’s she doing with Jonathan?”

In the photo, the pair were close, exiting the hotel together at eight in the morning, looking far too casual for a

business meeting.

Magdalen shook her head, “I haven’t seen her in ages!”

She whipped out her phone, “I’ll give her a ring!”

The phone rang out without an answer.

Magdalen and Sylvia Jarvis were friends, though not particularly close, just business associates.

She remembered using Sylvia to test Jonathan before, and he hadn’t taken the bait. Was this encounter merely a

coincidence?

Feeling a bit uneasy, she asked Morrison, “Should we tell Ella?”

He shook his head, “Better not. It’s all speculation right now. Jumping to conclusions could cause unnecessary

drama. Plus, Estelle’s still in C City. Let her enjoy her time with Old Mr. Jarvis.”

Magdalen agreed, “Ella doesn’t keep up with the news online; she likely doesn’t know. We’ll wait for Jonathan’s

return.”

The next day in the afternoon, Estelle returned to J City, still no sign of Jonathan.

On Saturday, as usual, she went to the Lamonts’ to tutor Henson.

She caught up with Catherine in the foyer while Norah was upstairs, venting her frustration to Henson, “How could

Jonathan do this? Wasn’t he supposed to be on business? Why’s he cozying up with some woman?”

Henson studied the photos on his phone intently, “Where did you get this?”

“I handle clients in M Country now and again, so I keep an eye on the economic news there. I didn’t expect to catch

Jonathan in the act,” Norah fumed. “The nerve of him, not rushing back after wrapping up business!”

Henson’s brows knit together, his tone certain, “No way, Jonathan wouldn’t be with another woman.”

Norah was still irate, “If he dares to do anything to betray Estelle, I’ll disown him as a brother!”

Casting a glance at the clock, Henson warned, “Ms. Macclain will be here soon. You best skedaddle, and don’t you

dare bring this up in front of her.”

“I know, and neither should you,” Norah cautioned before heading back to her room.