Chapter 895

Chapter 895:

However, envy quickly clouded her thoughts. She pondered how Fernanda could be so fortunate, previously engaged to the Harper heir and now linked with a young member of the Reed family. It appeared as though fortune itself had favored her.

Despite being taken aback by Cristian and Fernanda’s relationship, Martin maintained his composure, drawing on his years of experience in the business world. After sending flowers with Bobby and having a brief conversation with Toby, he was ready to leave. But before returning to Esaham, there were unresolved issues that required his attention. Addressing Fernanda, Cristian, and Bobby directly, he said, “You three, come with me.”

None dared to refuse, and the Coopers courteously saw them out.

Felipa’s voice carried across the air. “Fernanda, will you join us for dinner tonight? You should if you’re free.” She added, “You haven’t had a proper meal in days.”

“Now that the funeral is over, take some time to relax. There’s no need to strain yourself,” Sarai chimed in, contributing to the invitation.

Fernanda looked back to see them under the eaves, smiling warmly—a stark contrast to their aloofness the previous night.

“Okay,” Fernanda replied nonchalantly. “I’ll let you know if I can make it.”

“Alright,” Felipa responded as she took a jacket from Jade and quickly walked over to Fernanda. “You should wear more. It’s quite cold. Take care of yourself, or you’ll catch a cold.”

With that, she zipped up the jacket for her.

Fernanda watched the actions with a suppressed urge to laugh.

“Fernanda, your aunties are so considerate. They really care about you,” Bobby remarked.

“Absolutely,” Felipa agreed with a smile. “Fernanda is like our own daughter. It’s our duty to look after her.”

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Fernanda felt an even stronger urge to laugh at the overly protective gesture. “No need, Aunt Felipa,” she said as she removed the jacket. “It’s warm in the car, and besides, Jade and I aren’t the same size. Her clothes don’t fit me.” She handed the jacket back to Felipa, avoiding eye contact, and climbed into the car.

Bobby, seated in the passenger seat, turned to Fernanda. “What’s wrong, Fernanda? She seemed quite kind to you.”

Fernanda didn’t reply, but Cristian chuckled at the irony. He remembered their dismissive behavior the previous night. Their sudden concern now felt rather ironic.

They were seated in a seven-seater van, with Cristian and Fernanda in the back and Martin between them.

“Where are you staying?” Martin inquired.

Fernanda provided the hotel’s name, and the driver acknowledged with a nod. Shortly after, they arrived at the hotel.

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