Chapter 111

Chapter 111:

It was only a matter of time before Sadie was forced out, banished from Myrtlewood Estate, disowned by the Wall family, and wiped from Noah’s world.

Inhaling deeply to contain her bubbling glee, Kyla set her plan into motion.

She strode purposefully to the kitchen, her movements graceful and precise as she tied an apron around her waist, the picture of a perfect homemaker.

Though the actual cooking was left to the servants, she flitted about with authoritative ease, issuing commands with the poise of a seasoned chef—adjusting a seasoning here, lessening the sugar there.

Every so often, she’d pick up a spoon and stir a pot aimlessly, her facade as the doting wife flawlessly painted, imagining herself preparing a loving meal for her husband.

The sound of the entrance door alerted her to a new arrival.

Her heart skipped in anticipation—Isabel had arrived.

Setting down the spoon, Kyla rushed to the entrance with eager steps. “Mrs. Wall, you’ve arrived!” Kyla exclaimed, her face lighting up with feigned joy and hospitality.

Isabel looked on with a gentle smile, eyes brimming with apparent admiration.

“Kyla, you’re such a sweet girl. Are you really cooking all by yourself?” Isabel’s eyes brightened at the sight of the apron on Kyla.

With a voice brimming with warmth, she insisted, “Don’t fuss over that, dear. Let the kitchen staff take care of it. Why don’t you come and sit with me for a while?”

“Of course, Mrs. Wall,” Kyla responded with a respectful nod. She carefully hung the apron on the back of a nearby chair before turning to address a servant lingering by the doorway.

“Kari, would you please inform Sadie that we have a distinguished guest awaiting her presence downstairs?” she instructed with polite firmness.

“Right away, Miss Wade,” Kari Lewis, the servant, replied as she headed upstairs without hesitation.

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With a soft smile, Kyla turned back, slipping her arm through Isabel’s and guiding her smoothly to the sofa.

“Mrs. Wall, how have you been these days?” she inquired with concern.

“I’ve been doing just fine,” Isabel answered, her smile soft as she gave Kyla’s hand a reassuring pat.

“And how about you? How have things been with Noah?” she probed, her casual tone belying the keen sharpness in her gaze.

“Very well, Mrs. Wall,” Kyla murmured, her head bowed in modesty while a faint smile danced on her lips. “Noah has been wonderful to me.”

She hesitated, her voice faltering slightly before she continued, “It’s just that he’s been swamped with work and seldom finds time for us.” Her tone wavered with a soft complaint, drawing Isabel’s empathetic concern.

“That boy never stops working, does he?” Isabel lamented, her head gently swaying in disapproval.

“Once he returns, I’ll make sure to speak to him about this.”

“Thank you, Mrs. Wall,” Kyla responded, her voice thick with emotion, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears.

“I do understand, though. He has an enormous burden, keeping everything in a business this big running smoothly,” she explained with a forgiving smile. “I’m just grateful to stand by him through it all.”

“Kyla, you really are such a kind-hearted girl,” Isabel declared, visibly touched as she clasped Kyla’s hands in her own. “No need to worry—I’ll take care of everything to get you and Noah married soon.”

At Isabel’s promise, a wave of elation swept through Kyla, though she composed herself with demure grace.

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