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Estelle’s face lit up with a smile as she answered the video call, “Grandpa!” Back in C City, the sky was just as clear and Old Mr. Jarvis greeted her with twinkling eyes, “Happy birthday, my dear!” With a playful grin, Estelle responded, “Thank you, Grandpa!” “I've got your birthday presents, fromand your brother, all set up in your room. Old Wade mentioned something about having spaghetti for a birthday lunch, to celebrate your day. He Justin are brainstorming snew twists to make it look so tempting, you might just fly back hto have some!” Old Mr. Jarvis chuckled, “I bet that was Justin’s idea.” Estelle felt a warm surge of gratitude, “Thanks to Mr. Justin, and Old Mr. Wade too.” “So, how long are you staying abroad?” Old Mr. Jarvis inquired. “Just a few more days, then I'll be back to keep you company,” Estelle replied with a relaxed smile. “And today, is anyone throwing a birthday party for you? Did you get any cake?” Old Mr. Jarvis knew how much Estelle loved sweets; a birthday without cake is simply unthinkable. “Oh yes, lots of fans and the event organizers sentso many cakes!” Estelle boasted, “I can hardly fit them all in the room!” “Estelle, you are truly amazing!” Old Mr. Jarvis couldn't hide his pride. He looked at her affectionately, “Cback soon. Jonathan will be worried too.” “I will!” Estelle nodded, “Very soon.” “All right, get back to your day, and remember to have sextra cake,” Old Mr.
Jarvis advised. “And you make sure to have sextra spaghetti, it'll be as if I'm there too.” “Will do!” After they ended the call, Old Mr. Jarvis set down his phone, the smile fading from his face to be replaced by a look of deep concern. He knew Estelle was involved in something dangerous, yet he had to pretend ignorance to avoid worrying her. Old Wade poured him a cup of hot tea, “Miss Estelle sounds in good spirits, and besides, Mr.
Lamont has already joined her. He'll keep her safe, sir. No need for too much worry.” Old Mr. Jarvis nodded, “With Jonathan there, | feel somewhat at ease.” Old Wade frowned, “What about the news online? It looks like someone's plotting against Miss Estelle, not even sparing the Macclain family.” Old Mr. Jarvis’s gaze turned stern and cold, “It’s not a simple matter. The person behind this isn’t just targeting Estelle! Let them make a mess for now. When Estelle returns, I'll personally go to J City to bring her home!” Old Wade nodded, “Miss probably doesn’t know about the situation back home. Let's not disturb her for now. We'll wait for her return to deal with everything. Mr. Lamont won't let them get away with it!” “Right,” Old Mr. Jarvis agreed solemnly, “Estelle is getting married to Jonathan soon. It’s about ther role as the Jarvis family heir is made public.” Old Wade chuckled, “Miss Estelle prefers to keep things understated.” Old Mr. Jarvis snorted, “She doesn’t get a say this time. After being bullied like this, I'm not gone yet!” “To ’s her birthday, sir. No talk of bad omens,” Old Wade reminded him. (Image) (Image) (Image) “Will do!” Old | followed him out. In the courtyard, the lanterns along the porch had been replaced with colorful glass lights, adorned with birthday blessings—a tradition of the Jarvis family. Even though Estelle was never hfor her birthday, Old Mr. Jarvis never wavered. Read at DramasHe would also hand out bonuses to the household staff, praying for Estelle’s well-being. Year after year, all he wished for was Estelle’s joy and safety! Zion. After ending the call with Old Mr. Jarvis, Estelle replied to a few more birthday wishes.