Chapter 690
Chapter 690:
“You’re right,” Vernon acknowledged, his brow furrowing with concern. “Being new to Cloverhill, I’m still finding my bearings. This path seems different from our earlier route.”
“No worries. There’s no rush,” Janice replied, her composure unwavering. “Aiden, you’ve been aware all along, haven’t you?”
A knowing smile played across Aiden’s lips. “You read me like an open book, Janice. Indeed, I noticed the deviation from the start. I was merely curious to see what Jorge had up his sleeve.”
Janice arched an eyebrow. It dawned on her that rather than orchestrating this himself, Aiden had simply followed her unspoken strategy, choosing this path in silent understanding.
Vernon’s gaze darted between them, marveling at their wordless communication. No wonder Leah often spoke of their perfect compatibility.
Sometimes, Vernon would drink and chat with Leah.
Once, in her wine-induced candor, she declared that no man could truly measure up to Janice’s caliber.
Yet she conceded that if anyone came close, it would be Aiden.
The Welch family mansion stood proudly in the heart of Cloverhill, a testament to a century of history.
This architectural masterpiece commanded a starting auction price of a hundred million dollars. But who would part with such an ancestral treasure unless absolutely necessary?
It stood as a monument to generations of prominence and prestige. While its exterior maintained an air of understated elegance, the interior revealed breathtaking grandeur.
Every detail, from the meticulously restored brickwork to the manicured grounds, where even the smallest patch of grass represented a ten-thousand-dollar investment, spoke of unparalleled luxury. One could quite literally say the estate was gilded in gold.
𝓒𝓸𝓷𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓶 𝓪𝓾𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓻 𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮: 𝓰⍶𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀﹐𝓬𝓸𝓶
In stark contrast to the peaceful mansion, tension hung thick in the air inside.
The Welch family’s inner circle had assembled, including all three Welch brothers.
At the head of the gathering sat Mateo, the current family patriarch, his middle-aged features carrying an air of authority that commanded respect.
“Mateo, what’s keeping that renowned surgeon you mentioned?” The speaker was a distinguished-looking man in spectacles, sharing Mateo’s features but lacking his commanding presence.
This was Harlan, Mateo’s younger brother.
“MO will arrive momentarily.” Mateo’s brow furrowed with growing irritation. He had assembled the family’s inner circle to witness Orson’s salvation, which would justify his upcoming request for a power transfer.
However, the prolonged wait was starting to undermine his authority.
“Uncle Harlan, why the impatience?” Alissa remarked, taking a measured sip of her coffee. “Father went to considerable lengths to secure MO’s services. Given their renowned status, surely we can accommodate a slight delay?”
“Alissa, that’s not quite right.” Harlan’s smile was gentle, but his eyes glinted with steel behind his glasses. “While we all acknowledge your father’s efforts regarding your grandfather’s condition, every passing moment dims his chances of recovery. Perhaps we should consider more dependable alternatives…”
“Harlan, shut up!” Mateo snapped, his gaze sharp. “When many physicians in the country and foreign experts have admitted defeat, who else but MO could you possibly suggest?”
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