Chapter 475
Chapter 475 The Confrontation
“All right, who do you want to meet? I’ll go with you,” Cecilia immediately said.
She dared not let Martha out of her sight for even a moment.
“I’m just heading over to Wanda’s place in the neighboring town. She recently had a new grandchild, so I want to go visit. You stay home and focus on your music composition; you don’t need to accompany me,” Martha said gently.
“No, the doctor said you absolutely need to rest now.”
Cecilia tightened her grip on Martha’s hand.
“Silly girl, I’m really okay. Remember what that specialist said? I’ve got a good four or five years left in me.” Martha, fearing her refusal, deceived her further. “Don’t you remember Wanda? She’s not fond of having outsiders around. I’m probably the only friend she has, and if you go, we’ll both feel uncomfortable.”
Upon hearing Martha’s words, Cecilia reflected on the recent times. Martha had been staying at home, not going anywhere. She undoubtedly needed the company of friends. Hence, Cecilia nodded and agreed.
“All right, I’ll drive you over to Wanda’s place,” she offered.
“Sure.”
Once they had come to an agreement, Cecilia finally felt at ease.
When Elliot returned and discovered that Martha was injured, he quietly asked the caregiver, only to find out that it was his good–for–nothing granny who had visited..
How dare Granny be mean to Grandma Martha, causing her to get hurt?
He immediately called Jonathan. “Jonathan, did you actually teach that bad woman a lesson?”
Bad woman?
Jonathan was somewhat confused. “Who?”
“That witch granny of ours, of course.”
The term “witch granny” was an incredibly apt description.
Jonathan finally understood who Elliot was referring to and answered, “I found out that there was no money in Paula’s account at all. All of it is in the pockets of her current husband, Ralph. That’s why I’ve been targeting his company during the night recently.”
After hearing this, Elliot gave a thumbs up.
“Jon, you’re truly amazing.”
Jonathan was somewhat speechless. When he was useless, he was simply “Jonathan.” But when he was useful, he suddenly became “Jon.”
“All right, if there’s nothing else, I’m going to hang up now.”
“Bye.”
After hanging up the phone, Elliot went to chat with Martha.
Laughter from the two echoed intermittently within the house.
Cecilia joined the chef in the kitchen to prepare a nutritious meal for Martha herself. Listening to the laughter of the old and young, she, too, felt joy.
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He had been extremely busy today, secretly taking on many of Rainsworth Group’s collaboration. projects. Hence, he was unaware that Paula had come by again.
The very next morning, Cecilia personally drove Martha to Wanda’s house.
Upon arrival, Martha found herself reluctant to part with Cecilia. Despite having a lot to advise, in the end, she only said, “Drive home safely.”
“I will.”
Cecilia nodded.
Martha watched as the car carrying Cecilia grew smaller until it vanished from hailed a cab and headed off in the opposite direction.
sight. Then, she
“Sir, to Tudela, please.”
Along the way, Martha made up her mind.
After Martha arrived at the Evans residence, she knocked on the door, which was then opened by a housekeeper.
“Who are you?”
“Could you please inform Paula that her former nanny has arrived?”
Fearing that the housekeeper might find it bothersome and refuse to help, Martha purposely gave her a tip.
Motivated by the tip, the housekeeper went in to announce Martha’s arrival. It wasn’t long before. she was allowed to enter.
Inside the luxurious res
“What are you doing here?”
Martha purposefully glanced around at the housekeepers in the vicinity.
Seeing that, Paula instructed them all to leave.
Finally, Martha spoke up. “I’m aware that you transferred Mr. Smith’s money away in the past.”
Paula’s hand jerked, causing tea to splash onto her fingers.
“Did Cecilia tell you this?”
Martha stepped forward, confronting Paula. “I’m here to seek justice for Ceci. Return the money to her, or I swear, I will kill you!”
Martha pulled out a knife from her clothing, pressing it directly against Paula’s throat.