The Heiress’ Return: Six Brothers at Her Beck and Call

Chapter 1150 Kept Something for Her 

“Seeing how well she’s doing now makes me really happy,” Margaret remarked as she set aside the hand fan on the table. After swallowing a pill, her breathing finally steadied. 

Dalton gazed at her calmly, as if he had expected her deteriorating health. 

Unlike Wynter, he saw beyond the truth. However, he would never reveal those secrets to anyone. The best Dalton could do was offer his advice. 

“Are you going to tell her about your health?” he inquired. 

“And keep her worrying about a dying old woman? Oh, no. Now that she has taken over the 

Quinnell family, her employees are counting on her for their livelihood. 

“The last time I visited, she was sleeping in the chair. She’s just anxious about me, though I 

have no idea why,” Margaret replied with a dismissive wave. 

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faint smile and downcast eyes, Margaret continued, “I’m sure you’re aware of the situation in the Yates family. 

“Back then, I could hardly survive in Southdale. Everyone was calling me a murderer and a 

vicious mother–in–law. 

“However, Wynter stayed by my side without any complaints. Thanks to her, I managed to pull myself together and reopen my clinic in Kingbourne.” 

As she refilled Dalton’s cup, Margaret stated firmly, “I won’t cause any trouble for Wynter. However, I hope you’ll watch out for her when I’m gone, Earnest. 

“Though she seems indifferent, she’s quite sentimental. That said, I really hope to live long enough to see Wolf in school.” 

Dalton placed his hand on Margaret’s and comforted her. “Rest assured, you still have two years ahead.” Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

Their conversation went unheard by Wynter, who was asking Whitley about his unusual behavior. 

Whitley pondered for a moment before replying, “I felt drawn to Madam Margaret for some reason, but she’s just an ordinary person. How strange.” 

It was surprising there were certain things that even a mythical beast was unaware of. 

hapter 1150 kept Something for Har 

While Wynter had harbored doubts about Margaret before, she decided to dismiss the matter. To Wynter, Margaret was her beloved grandmother. 

Just as Whitley was about to give further remarks, Margaret called out to them. “Don’t stand over there, or you’ll get bitten by bugs. Come here, Wynter. I have something to tell 

you.” 

Wynter instantly moved on from her conversation with Whitley and approached Margaret. Wynter seemed docile and compliant in Margaret’s presence, which was a sharp contrast to her domineering behavior outside. 

With her back hunched, Margaret appeared shorter than Wynter. Seeing Margaret reach out to stroke her hair, Wynter knelt beside Margaret’s feet. 

“You don’t need to sta, Grandma. I’m listening,” Wynter said softly. 

The mansion’s cozy layout brought back memories of their home in Southdale. Margaret often sat on a small wooden stool with a cushion supporting her back. 

“There was a time when you didn’t feel like yourself, Wynter. And I’m not sure if I should give this to you,” Margaret stated with a sigh as she stroked Wynter’s hair. 

“What are you trying to give me? I don’t remember leaving anything with you,” Wynter asked in confusion. 

Margaret chuckled softly and tapped Wynter’s cheek. “Not you. It was from the fortune teller who visited often. 

“You wanted to give it to Charlie, and we had a huge fight about it. I told you that I’ve returned it to the fortune teller, but I’ve actually kept it safe.” 

Wynter was completely dumbfounded. “Me? Giving something to Charlie?”