Female Novel
Chapter 851
X suddenly laughed, sending shivers down Mandy’s spine. Subconsciously, she gripped the steeringwheel, her palms breaking into a thin layer of cold sweat.
“Of course, you can meet your mother, Mandy,” said X.
Mandy sensed a warning in X’s voice directed at her. She, being Mandy, knew her mother shouldn’t beLeah.
“I was wrong,” Mandy admitted, speaking solemnly. “I won’t make the same mistake again.”
“After Ms. Walpole is released, I will arrange for her to be your attendant,” X stated.
Mandy was briefly stunned but happily exclaimed, “Thank you, boss!”
X ended the call.
Mandy touched her back and felt a fine layer of sweat. She took a deep breath, started the car, and leftthe parking space.novelbin
X had never stopped her when she sent things to Leah before. However, she received a warning whenshe came to see Leah this time. Despite the assistance she received from X over the years, she didn’twant to be under constant surveillance.
She had to find out who X was and break free from his control.
Driving into the traffic, Mandy kept glancing at the rearview mirror and attempted to see if anyone wasfollowing her. However, after careful observation, she didn’t spot any trackers.
Perhaps she was overthinking things.
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Following the given address, Bradley found Clark’s home.
Although Clark had regained consciousness after the accident, his physical condition was not great.
On this sunny day, Clark sat in a wheelchair, basking in the sun. Clark’s wife was busy, and both ofthem wore happiness on their faces that Bradley had never seen before.
Such a happy expression dazzled him, almost as if it pricked his eyes.
“Oh, Mr. Bradley!” Clark’s wife looked up and saw Bradley.
When Clark heard her, he slowly looked up at Bradley. Upon noticing Bradley’s mental state, a sense ofworry inexplicably surged in his heart.
“Mr. Bradley, you’re an honored guest. Please come in quickly.”
Bradley walked into the villa carrying a gift box. Kyle’s overseas villa was quite luxurious, though notcomparable to Warner Manor.
“Clark, chat with Mr. Bradley. I’ll go make tea for you both.”
Clark’s wife, Daphne Farlow, was a typical virtuous wife and loving mother. She had been holding downthe fort alone when Clark worked at the Warners in the past.
Now, despite Clark’s health issues, she never complained but wholeheartedly took care of him, fearingthat he wouldn’t live well if they moved to a new place.
Bradley sat across from Clark, observing the latter in the wheelchair, and asked with concern, “Clark,how’s your health?”