Chapter 1134: Chapter 1134

Chapter 1134:

His companion called his name. Huey quickly said into the phone, “If she harps on about it all day, we can always move out. Try not to overthink it. I really do have something to deal with here.” After a few more soothing words to Bailee, Huey hung up and hurried to catch up with his companion at the front desk. Moments later, a group of women trailed after them to the private room, their giggles filling the air.

Eileen remained in the room, watching Huey’s return.

Bryan stretched, adjusting his shirt after his tussle with Jacob. “What’s the matter?” he asked, buttoning his shirt and looking in the direction Eileen was watching.

His eyes narrowed as he spotted Huey. “The man with Huey looks familiar.”

This meant the person was someone from the business world. Eileen frowned. “I don’t suspect Huey of fooling around, I just overheard him talking to Bailee on the phone.”

Huey’s words had stuck with her. What had he been talking about with Bailee?

Before the accident, Winona had not liked Bailee. Now, after waking up to find Bailee married to Huey, Winona was naturally dissatisfied with the current situation. Huey had probably been talking about her.

Eileen pushed aside her concerns for Bailee. Bailee and Huey were both adults; she couldn’t meddle in their affairs too much. She turned to Bryan. “Finished teaching Jacob a lesson?”

Bryan glanced at Jacob, who clung to Phoebe with an aggrieved expression. “Indeed,” he replied.

Eileen’s laughter bubbled up, her dimples deepening. “Shall we play cards?”

Gal n o v el s . com is your destination for fiction “Okay,” Bryan said, guiding her to the table.

The group settled in—Phoebe, Eileen, Benjamin, and Julio playing, with Bryan advising Eileen and Jacob bothering Phoebe. By night’s end, Eileen had won quite a sum—enough to cover Leyla’s upcoming hospital visit.

Early autumn in Onaland brought a chill to the air, particularly noticeable in the unheated hospital corridors.

Eileen, clad in a light beige trench coat over jeans and a T-shirt, her ponytail draped carelessly over one shoulder, waited for Leyla’s examination results. Lost in thought, she was startled when a woman in her fifties suddenly bumped into her shoulder.

“Sorry.” The woman, who appeared older, made a small gesture as if to give a bit of ground. Eileen shifted slightly from her position at the edge of the waiting area to allow more space.

She looked up and stared at the red light above the examination room door, waiting for Leyla to come out. The woman said, “It’s alright.”

Hearing the familiar voice, Eileen furrowed her brow and looked at the woman. Something about her face seemed off. Her skin was smooth, yet the features and contours of her face didn’t quite align properly—a clear sign of cosmetic surgery.

As Eileen observed the woman, the woman was also looking at Eileen. When their eyes met, a wave of familiarity washed over Eileen.

“Excuse me, I need to go for an examination now,” the woman said with a smile, signaling to someone behind her.

The servant quickly led the way. “Mrs. Deleon, this way, please.”

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