Patton's expression grew serious, and he no longer had time to deal with Karen and Isabella.
"Miss Karen, Miss Isabella, I hope you won't waste your time and cause unnecessary trouble."
He gave them a slight nod. "Our guest has arrived. If you'll excuse me."
With that, he hurried toward the main entrance, calling out to the other servants to gather at the door to welcome their guest as he went.
Karen and Isabella were left standing there, watching as the staff, in a display of well-drilled precision, swarmed toward the main entrance.
Karen clenched her fists. The humiliation of being ignored made her frustration boil over.
As the eldest daughter of the Blackwood family's second branch, she had never commanded this kind of reception or pageantry!
"Let's go, Isabella! We'll go have a look. Nicholas is back, this is your chance!" she said, also wanting to see just who warranted such an extravagant welcome.
Isabella clutched the thermos in her arms. The mention of Nicholas's return had already set her mind racing.
Hearing Karen's words, she nodded obediently. "Okay, Karen."
They were just about to head toward the main entrance.
As they stepped out of the side hall, they saw Old Mr. Blackwood-the very man who was supposedly unwell and needed rest-personally leaning on his cane, surrounded by Patton and other servants, as he made his way toward the main gate.
And on his face was a rare... smile?!
"Grandfather?!"
Karen's voice cracked with disbelief as she watched Old Mr. Blackwood walk briskly out the door.
His eager expression made Karen feel like she was dreaming.
Grandfather was personally coming out to greet this distinguished guest?
What level of guest could this possibly be?!
Isabella stared at Old Mr. Blackwood's retreating back, a flash of resentment in her eyes.
She was right... She had been right all along!
Old Mr. Blackwood wasn't unwell at all.
He... he was deliberately avoiding her!
Look at him—so vigorous and cheerful, with a spring in his step.
Did he look like a sick man?
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She was utterly humiliated.
The two of them hurried to follow.
Outside the main entrance, the scene was one of incredible grandeur.
The sprawling courtyard's priceless flowerbeds filled the air with a rich floral scent.
Servants in uniform were lined up in two neat rows, their postures
respectful stretching
courtyard of the main house all the way to the gate.
A plush carpet also extended from the courtyard to the driveway.
The entire scene was one of unprecedented formality and luxury.
All this commotion just to welcome... a single guest?
Who on earth was this guest?!
Just then, a black Maybach pulled to a smooth stop at the end of the red carpet.
The driver's side door opened.
Nicholas's tall, elegant figure came into view.
Today, he was not just in his usual black shirt but had added a
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He had left the top two buttons undone, revealing a sliver of his fair skin.
The look was both formal and tinged with a lazy, devastating charm.
It made his coolly handsome face seem almost divine, like a god descending to earth.
Isabella's eyes were instantly glued to him.
Nicholas in a suit...
He was even more handsome, more magnetic than when she had seen him yesterday!
A man this perfect...
He had to be hers!
How could she possibly give up on him?