Breaking Free, Loving Again -The Flash Marriage with Mr. CEO novel Chapter 567

Chapter 567: Burning all the roads that could make it possible.

Jason’s brows furrowed at Aiden’s words. "You mean she is trying to protect the one who harmed Arwen?" It didn’t sound worthy to believe, but the way Aiden’s eyes had grown dark, he knew that’s exactly what Aiden had meant.

"But why would she do that? Especially when her intention had always been to protect Arwen."

If not, she wouldn’t have gone the extra mile to find the neutralizer for the drug that was still unfounded. He couldn’t measure how difficult it might have been for her to find out.

But she found it for Arwen. This only evidenced her love and care for Arwen. There was no doubt in that.

"I had confronted her," Aiden said, his tone grave.

Jason blinked. "You did?" He had asked him to think twice before doing anything, as Arwen was the core of the entire situation.

"I confronted her and she didn’t refuse. She accepted it as her fault," Aiden continued, remembering the day he saw her lying on her bed, looking weak and sick. "She didn’t explain, she simply wore the blame like it was meant for her." frёewebηovel.cѳm

And one would only do that when they were aware of everything.

And if Brenda was aware of everything, it only meant she was also aware of who did that to Arwen.

"But why would she do that?" Jason couldn’t make sense. "Why would she save someone who tried to harm her precious granddaughter?"

Aiden stared at a distance, his gaze holding the abyss of intense darkness. "That’s something Brenda Davies would have to reveal soon."

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At the same time, at East Serenity Residence —

Brenda has been sitting in her garden, enjoying the cold, gentle breeze of the evening.

The weather was no longer as cold as before, but because recently she had grown weaker, it was still making her feel the tingling shiver. But since she was drowned in her thoughts and contemplation, she didn’t mind staying outside a little longer.

But just as she was lost in her train of thought, she felt a warmth draping around her.

When she looked over her shoulder, she saw a cashmere shawl settled.

"Madam, you have to be mindful," Margaret’s voice came soon after. "The winter might be at its end, but your body —it’s weak and under the effect of medication. It might make you sick."

Brenda gazed at her and smiled. "I was waiting for you to bring this. I knew you would come." She then gestured for her toward the chair across from her. "Sit with me."

Margaret followed and pulled the chair across her, sitting down. She didn’t speak, but her gesture of care and concern never ceased. She reached to pour the tea for the lady before pushing gently in front of her. "This will keep you warm, Madam."

Brenda watched her, and the smile on her lips deepened another second. She took the cup of tea and sipped on it. "You seem to be upset with me recently. Do you have complaints, Margaret?"