Chapter 785 She Still Cared for Him and the Whitmans

The next morning, the skies were clear and bright. Jasper stood on tiptoes, peering into the

distance with a puzzled expression. "Daddy, why isn't Ms. Chloe here yet?"

They had agreed to meet at nine, but it was now already half-past.

Joseph squinted, trying to hide his disappointment as he replied in a steady tone, "She's not

coming."

"Why?" Jasper’s little face fell.

Just then, Joseph's phone pinged. Jasper quickly leaned in to read the message. As expected, it

was from Chloe.

[Something came up. I won't be able to make it. Sorry.]

He tilted his head in confusion, then looked at his father. "Daddy, how did you know? Did Ms. Chloe

tell you beforehand?"

"No."

"But then why—"

"Kids shouldn’t ask so many questions." Joseph's words were icy, but his usually cool lips carried a

faint smile.

Jasper blinked, his eyebrows knitting together in skepticism. "Your expression is off. Are you hiding

something from me?" Who in the world would be happy instead of angry after being stood up?

Especially his father who was well-known for his icy countenance.

Joseph ruffled his son's hair, appearing to be in a good mood. "Her not coming is a good thing," he

said.

This suggested that this woman still cared for him and the Whitmans. Chloe knew well that once

Cyrus learned about his mother's whereabouts, a storm of blood and grudges would surely befall

the Whitmans and Duskfall. It would undoubtedly become a battle to the death.

Jasper was still too young to comprehend these deep implications. He felt a little disappointed as he

looked down at his tailored suit, thinking, ‘So I dressed up for nothing?’

Though he was let down, he could not bring himself to hate Chloe. Strangely enough, he and his

father share a strict sense of timekeeping and gave no second chances to tardy fellows. But when it

came to Ms. Chloe, Jasper was not as upset.

Joseph swiftly buckled Jasper into the backseat, then called Frieda after starting the car. "She won't

be coming today."

Frieda, who was inside the breakfast joint, took a pause before promptly exiting through the shop's

back door with the breakfast she had bought. She headed toward the nearby residential area, her

actions smooth and natural, just like the other breakfast patrons. Even if Cyrus' people were around,

they would not have detected this inconspicuous incident.

*

As the days had grown warmer, Chloe had on a pair of jeans and a simple white T-shirt while

watering the flowers in the backyard. Her attire gave off a fresh vibe, and the sunlight shone down,

illuminating the fine fuzz on her face and the particles in the air. The scene looked almost like a

painting.

Zoelle emerged from her abode. As she witnessed this scene, her gaze lingered on Chloe. ‘Not

bad,’ she thought, ‘Noah has good taste.’ She then wondered if Joseph's ex-wife was as beautiful

as Chloe. Otherwise, he must be utterly oblivious to have let go of such a breathtaking beauty that

was delivered right to his doorstep.

At that moment, Chloe noticed Zoelle's presence. With her watering can in hand, she approached

Zoelle. "How’s Vanya doing?"

"Vanya’s okay. She's slowly regaining consciousness and self-awareness, but her recovery is

slower than I expected."

Chloe's eyes brightened at the news. Keeping her composure, she suggested, "Let's take her

outside to enjoy the sun. It might help with her recovery."