NovelBookArnold furrowed his brow slightly, asking,“You don’t want me to get a divorce?” “Arnold.” Aurelia took his hand gently. “I'm a mother, too. | know how painful it is for a woman to be left alone right after giving birth. When our little William got kidnapped and when Leopold was about to leave me, | was on the verge of a breakdown. If you hadn’t been with me and taken me overseas to find William, | might have suffered from postpartum depression and even killed myself.
Arnold fell silent. He didn’t want to drag things out lest complications arose.
Aurelia whispered, “Give Lisa a couple more months to adjust, for your daughter's sake. They say daughters are like their fathers. She must be good-looking and lovely like you.” Arnold let out a heavy sigh. He didn’t want to agree, but Aurelia was kind-hearted and always thinking of others.
If anything happened to Lisa, Aurelia would be wracked with guilt and unable to face him again.
He had no choice but to consent. “You should know | can’t refuse any of your requests.” William came running over. “Daddy, is Lisa going to have a baby sister for me?” “Yes.” Arnold nodded.
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“Then | need to prepare a gift for her so we can play together when she grows up,” William said with his childlike lilt. He liked the idea of a baby sister.
Arnold smiled and stroked his hair. “She’ll come to stay with us at Elysium next month.” William clapped his hands in excitement. “That's great! Are we going to set up a nursery? Can | help decorate it?” “Of course,” Arnold said indulgently.
Skyler chuckled, scratching his head. “I've also got a little sister, but she’s all grown up now.” William giggled, knowing he meant Leah, his future aunt by marriage.
“Daddy, let's go up to the top deck, and you can teach me and Skyler more about photography. We want to take some epic sea shots.” “Alright.” Arnold stood up, lifting his son into his arms.
Aurelia smiled. “Go ahead, and I'll grab some sunscreen from my room.” As she entered the cabin, she noticed a housekeeper pushing a cart out of Lana’s room and was about to enter her room.
Aurelia’s gaze fell upon the woman's hands as she pushed open the door, a sharp glint passing fleetingly through her eyes.
“The cleaner before wasn’t you, was it?” “She wasn’t feeling well today. I'm covering for her,” the woman replied.
“Do you mind taking off your mask? | have a habit of seeing the face of anyone who comes into my room.” Aurelia’s tone was light but carried an undeniable authority.
The woman instinctively tightened her mask. “Sorry, | have allergic rhinitis. | can’t take my mask off. | hope you understand.” Yuna crossed her arms, blocking the woman's path. “Need help?” A flash of coldness darted across the woman's eyes as she pushed past Aurelia and bolted.
She was so strong that she had knocked Aurelia to the floor. “Yuna, go after her. I'm fine. Don’t worry about me.” Just then, she had noticed that the woman had thick calluses on the pads of her thumbs and index fingers.
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Yuna had the same hands, after being in the special forces and frequent firearm training. These were the shooter's calluses.
So, this cleaner was likely an assassin.
“Mrs. Stirling, you better get inside.” Yuna dashed off as Aurelia got up from the floor and reached for the door handle when a strange, intoxicating scent wafted nearby.
She turned to see another masked woman at the end of the hallway, not the same one from before.
The woman wore a mischievous smile, her finger unclasping a sapphire pendant that dangled in front of Aurelia, swaying gently.
“Don’t you hate Leopold? He dallied with another woman while you were ill and coldly cast you aside. He never loved you. You are nothing but a plaything to him.”
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