Chapter 784
Chapter 784:
No matter how distant her journeys or how high her achievements soared, this place would forever be her sanctuary.
“Janice, Glenn knows you’re coming back today and is going to cook for you,” Leah said cheerfully. “You’re in for a treat today.”
“I do miss Glenn’s cooking,” Janice smiled. Despite her own mastery in the kitchen, Glenn’s cooking held an irreplaceable magic that no culinary expertise could replicate. “Has the orphanage seen any disturbances lately?”
“Not at all!” Leah assured her. “While Alissa may be rather pampered, she wouldn’t go so far as to kill people, would she? I’ve had someone keeping an eye on the orphanage, and everything’s alright.” The tension in Janice’s shoulders melted away at these words.
Given the profound humiliation Alissa had endured at the orphanage, Janice had feared her wounded pride might fester into thoughts of retribution.
It was precisely this concern that had prompted Janice to enlist Leah’s vigilant oversight of the premises. Now, with confirmation of peace, she could finally exhale the worry she’d been holding.
“Oh, before I forget!” Leah interjected. “Prescott specifically asked me to have you call him once I’d collected you.”
“Alright.” With practiced ease, Janice retrieved her phone and dialed Prescott’s number.
“Janice, you’re back!” Prescott’s exuberant voice burst through the speaker.
“Just touched down. Heading to the orphanage with Leah now.”
“Perfect timing. I’ll join you there shortly, but there’s something pressing I need to discuss with you first.”
Janice’s eyebrow arched instinctively. Prescott’s urgency suggested news of considerable weight.
He proceeded to reveal that in her absence, the Welch family had been thrown into unprecedented chaos.
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“What’s your take on Orson’s motives?” Prescott asked, his voice heavy with gravity.
Janice’s eyes narrowed as she recalled her previous exchange with Orson, the pieces falling into place.
His actions were calculated to ignite internal strife within the Welch family.
The elders, originally summoned by Mateo as allies, had become roadblocks on his path to power—a development that surely had him seething with rage.
The three elders, now drunk with newfound authority, would undoubtedly stand against Mateo to safeguard their positions.
To seize complete control of the Welch family, Mateo would need to wrestle power from these elders’ iron grip—a battle that promised to be nothing short of explosive.
A weary sigh escaped Janice’s lips, heavy with understanding.
Although Orson had caused the downfall of the White family, it had been unintentional. Now, he meant to keep Mateo preoccupied, preventing him from targeting her.
“Where did your thoughts just take you, Janice?”
“Nothing.” Janice shook her head as if to physically dispel the cloud of concerns hovering over her. “The chapter in Cloverhill has closed for now. Whatever storm brews within the Welch family is their tempest to weather. Still, we’d be wise to keep our finger on their pulse.”
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