Chapter 103 Run Into the Caregiver
Willow District, Longfellow Hills.
As soon as Yvette finished speaking, Cameron Alexander immediately turned cold and said, âNo, I
wonât change.â
âDad, believe me, although it may not seem beneficial now, there will be great benefits in the future. I
am your daughter, would I still deceive you?â Yvette became anxious, as it would be very troublesome
to implement this matter if her father continued to refuse.
âMy friend said, the losses belong to her, and the wins belong to me. My friend is Seraphina, you know,
from the Friedan family, they are so wealthy. She is the daughter of the Friedan family, so she definitely
wonât cheat me.â She knew that convincing her father with emotions was basically impossible, so she
could only persuade him with the Friedan family.
Throughout Wellfort, people of all ages and genders knew about the Friedan family, who were dripping
with wealth.
However, this time on was determined and didnât give any face. He shouted sternly, âWhat Friedan
family? I think your friend is just a fraud, maybe even in cahoots with the Hunt family.â
âDad, she would never deceive me, she is not that kind of person!â
âOkay, you say sheâs not that kind of person, then let me ask you, what does she do for a living now?
Did she tell you sheâs Seraphina? Or did you see her walking with people from the Friedan family?â
Yvette suddenly became speechless.
Cameron glanced at her and sighed softly, âI know she used to be your good friend, but you havenât
been in touch for several years. What is she like now, and how much do you really know about her?â
âYvette, Dad wouldnât harm you, this is clearly a scam!â
When Cameron and Yvette were arguing, the front door was open. At that moment, the neighbor from
next door came over to see them arguing fiercely. After hearing Cameronâs words, everyone came to
persuade Yvette.
âYour father is right, there is no such thing as a pie falling from the sky in this world, itâs all a scam.â
âIn this world, not to mention classmates, even relatives need to be cautious.â
âYour father wouldnât harm you.â
***
Everyone was trying to persuade her, but Yvette remained calm.
âYvette, you didnât like Spencer gambling, but now you are also gambling.â
Cameron saw all the neighbors coming to persuade him and felt even more convinced that he was
right. He was living well now, so why should he exchange his house with the Hunt familyâs dilapidated
one?
Whatever she lost belonged to her friend, and whatever she won belonged to her. Regardless of the
outcome, she felt that her friend would eventually run away.
This approach resembled a scam too much.
âYou donât know my friends, and you donât know me. I never do high-
risk things,â Yvette remained unmoved as she looked at her father. âYes, this time itâs a gamble, but Iâm
only gambling this once. I bet my friends are right.â
All of this indeed seemed like a scam, but she believed Claudia.
She believed that Claudia was not that kind of person.
She returned to her room and slammed the door shut.
Cameronâs face turned pale with anger, but unfortunately, he couldnât do anything about it as the house
was not under his name.
It seems that he could only go and beg the Hunt family for help.
This house cannot be changed no matter what.
***
The Lamontâs manor, in the hall.
The caregiver sat restlessly on the sofa, thinking she had escaped Claudia, only to be stopped by a few
bodyguards in the end.
She was familiar with this place, she had been here last time.
Is Mr. Lamont going to see her?
The door opened and a graceful figure walked toward her. The woman had long hair that reached her
waist, and a polite smile adorned her face. Beside her stood a man dressed in black casual attire, with
handsome features and a cold, proud gaze.
âWen⦠Ms. Lloyd,â the caregiver stood up, her face pale as a ghost.
Just then, Edmondâs phone rang.
âIâll go out first.â He glanced at the caregiver indifferently, and in that
moment he knew what Claudia meant.
He left quickly.
Facing Claudia alone, the caregiver stood up nervously.
These days, she disguised herself in various ways and moved houses everywhere, just to avoid
running into Claudia again. She had also thought about leaving this place, but there were people here
whom she cared about. She didnât want to just leave like that.
I didnât expect that she still saw it.
âMs. Lloyd, you were wasting your efforts with me.â
The caregiver quickly calmed down, as long as she didnât say anything, Claudia couldnât do anything to
her.
âI remember you saying last time that you didnât dare to offend the Clayton family. What if the Friedan
family were to support you now?â
audia cut to the chase.
She didnât like to use the so-called family influence to negotiate terms, but now facing the caregiver, in
order to quickly resolve the issue, she directly brought up the Friedan family.
âI know you are now Seraphina, with a higher status than Ms. Clayton, but you have misunderstood
me. I am not the kind of person who seeks favor with others,â the caregiver said, with a slight tug at the
corner of her mouth, completely unfazed.
Claudia raised an eyebrow lightly.
From the incident with the truck driver last time, it can be seen that Rosalie is not someone who likes to
leave handles in other peopleâs hands. If she can silence someone, she will definitely not leave any
survivors.
But this caregiver not only lived well, but also devoted all her efforts to taking care of Rosalie.
Since they were not afraid of the Friedan family, it definitely wasnât a matter of money.
Itâs not about money, itâs about feelings.
Claudia was curious about the relationship between the caregiver and Rosalie.
She smiled lightly, her voice as soft as gauze, âThe day my grandmother passed away, you were the
one who told me about Rosalie killing her. Later, you suddenly changed your story. There must be
reasons other than just being threatened that I donât know about.â
The caregiver glanced at her in surprise, but quickly lowered her head, her voice devoid of any
emotion: âMs. Lloyd guessed wrong. I already said it before, it was my mistake back then. I donât want
to falsely accuse a good person.â
She looked around and a trace of unease appeared in her eyes: âIf Ms. Lloyd invited me here today for
this matter, you have already got the answer. I have something else to do, so I can leave now.â
Claudia remained silent, and a hint of fierceness flashed in the caregiverâs eyes. âMs. Lloyd wouldnât be
planning to imprison me here, would she? That would be an illegal act. You were just recognized by the
Friedan family, and Iâm sure you wouldnât want to have a criminal record.â
This caregiver was sharp-tongued, completely different from the previous meek and submissive
demeanor.
The first time, she fearlessly told herself that Rosalie was the murderer.
The second time, she told herself that she had been threatened by the Clayton family, and she couldnât
afford to offend Rosalie.
For the third time, even though her identity and means were clearly no longer a threat to her, she still
refused to change her stance.
Claudia knew that there was not much information to be asked about the nursing field.
âDo you know about Rosalieâs recent visit to the police station?â
The caregiver hesitated for a moment, with a hint of unease and anxiety in their eyes.
Claudia smiled, her gaze lightly falling on the nearby fish pond, and her crimson lips parted gently, âShe
has come out again.â
âThere was no evidence to prove it, which was a pity for the people who worked for her. In the end,
they perished and left nothing behind.â
The caregiver clenched her lower lip, lowered her eyelids, making it difficult for others to see her
thoughts.