GoodNovelChapter 442 Mrs. Montague's Fury The next morning, Selena received a hesitant call from Fiona, who eventually disclosed that Catherine had gone to Ashbourne Manor. "Ms. Fair, Mrs. Montague has flown into a rage and insists that you return immediately." Whenever Catherine made a house call, it typically spelled trouble.
Why should she even bother showing up just to be tormented? No matter how much she tried to play small and meek in front of these folks, they never took a liking to her. It was better to steer clear. "Fiona, tell them I'm swamped with work. I really can't spare a moment." Work was just an excuse, but after she hung up, indeed, Mr. Rockefeller's call cthrough.
"Selena, Lady Luck's smiling on you. We've got scustomer returns, and a couple of surplus lots found in the warehouse. All top-notch quality, even better than the returned batch. Take a peek at the video." Aware of the discrepancies in video colors, Selena replied, "Mr. Rockefeller, how about this? I'll head out right now and swing by Ridgefield to handpick the stock, okay?" Such returns were rare finds, with likely hundreds of hopeful people waiting in line.
Thanks to Mr. Rockefeller's previous commitment and Raymond's favor, she had a spot reserved.
He agreed on his end.
Selena wasted no time, gathered her things, and drove straight to Ridgefield.
By the tshe arrived, it was noon. After inspecting several lots, she clinched an order for two surplus batches with sublquality and had them shipped directly to New York.
With the sandalwood flooring ordeal taken care of, she breathed a sigh of relief.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtInitially planning to return to New York that snight, she remembered her father's task to find the child Barbara had given birth to years ago.
Barbara had delivered in Ridgefield, and the hospital records should hold the answers.
Thus, she visited the hospital. Unfortunately, after 20-syears, sifting through the dense archives proved daunting. Recent decades were orderly, but earlier records were a scattered mess. It was up to her to search shelf by shelf. After three grueling hours, nearly blind from fatigue, there was still no lead.
As she reached for the last files, her stomach protested with hunger.
That's when Raymond called.
Unbeknownst to Selena, Raymond had sent sointment to Rose Garden. "Raymond." "Where are you?" "In Ridgefield." The word 'Ridgefield' hung in the air, and she felt an icy shift on the line.
She wanted to mention that she was there for Manhattan-related business, but after a pause, Raymond's voice darkened. "Leg's all good? Off to see your husband, are you?" It struck her then-Lucas was in Ridgefield, too.
The call was abruptly cut.
Listening to the background noise, Selena frowned.
Just as she lowered her head, there it was the hospital record from that day. Her eyes, fueled with excitement, sparkled as she noticed the names of the two nurses. She promptly set out to inquire about them. Unexpectedly, what she found was unsettling. Shortly after Barbara had given birth, all the medical staff involved in the delivery had resigned.
Every single one of them- not a soul stayed behind.
Selena furrowed her brow in frustration.
If it had simply been a baby mix-up, there was no reason why everyone would have quit.
There had to be more to the story.
But the present-day staff at the hospital, who had turned over several times since then, were clueless.
Apart from realizing that the mix-up was no ordinary blunder, Selena was back to square one.
Exhausted and hungry after a day of fruitless research, she ended up at Harmony Garden.
It was a place typically reserved for high rollers, but after her last experience with a bug-infested hotel room, Selena decided it was worth a try there.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmFortunately, the staff recognized her and arranged a room for her.
Meanwhile, over at Raymond's side.
Ever since learning that Selena had arrived in Ridgefield, a chill had enveloped him.
Tonight, he visited Mrs. Montague. She clung to him, yet her gaze appeared to extend beyond his face, focusing on someone else.
Raymond was never close to Mrs.
Montague, mainly because she om favored his older brother so fervently.
She had a habit of extolling his brother's virtues only to follow up with a sharp critique of Raymond.
"Christopher is outstanding in everything he does. His characteris top-notch. If only you had half your brother's sense, Raymond, our Montague family would be blessed." Should Raymond keep quiet, she'd immediately grab her phone to call her friends.
"Oh dear, this boy is just so dull. He speaks so little-not at all like Christopher. Don't praise him. It might go to his head.
"I asked Raymond what he wanted for dinner tonight, offered to cook it myself, and what does he do? He asks for the chef's cooking. He's clueless. When would I ever cook? If it were Christopher, he would have showeredwith compliments." Mrs. Montague's favoritism was clear, and Raymond had known it since childhood.
Such an oppressive upbringing would be unbearable for anyone.
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