Trish pleaded, her voice desperate, “Professor Lincoln, please, help us think of something! We’re out of options.” Cyril shook his head. “Well, you’ve come to the wrong person. It’s someone else you have to ask for help. “Who?” Trish asked, her tone filled with anticipation
Cyril simply answered, “Wendy.”
“What?” The Crone family members were stunned. “Why Wendy? What can she possibly do to help us?”
“Is she going to help us catch that fake Dr. Ceylan? Is she going to save the Crone family, bring us back from the brink?“.
Jessica and Trish’s faces were filled with disdain. They couldn’t believe that Wendy would have the ability to solve their problem.
“Shetan,” Cyril replied.
“What?!” The Crone family was in disbelief.
Cyril gave them a cryptic look. “I’ve pointed you in the right direction. What you do with it is up to you.”
With that, Cyril turned and walked inside.
Edith, still in shock, asked, “Why would Professor Lincoln tell us to go to Wendy?”
Lilian shook her head. “Wendy’s just a housewife! I can’t believe she could do anything to help us.”
“We don’t believe it either,” another muttered.
“Professor Lincoln’s advice doesn’t make sense. Now, it looks like our only choice is to go to Samuel for help.” Since Cyril couldn’t assist them, the Crone family had no other option but to ask Samuel for help.
The Crone family found themselves at Samuel’s doorstep. But the maid blocked their way, saying, “Sorry, you can’t come in.”
It felt like the Crone family was running into nothing but dead ends, constantly being rejected.
Jessica said carefully, “Hi. We really need to speak with Mr. Samuel.”
“Wait here. I’ll let him know you’re here,” the maid replied before closing the door with a sharp click
The Crone family waited outside, shifting restlessly. Ten minutes passed, then thirty. The maid had gone inside and hadn’t come back out.
The evening had fallen, and the Crone family had not eaten all day. Exhausted, Jessica felt a chill creeping in. She hugged herself for warmth.
“It’s so cold,” she thurmured.
Then, light rain began to fall, the first signs of a storm approaching.
Edith slapped her thigh in frustration. “It’s going to rain! It’s like the heavens are turning against us!”
Trish, equally cold, wrapped her arms around herself. They huddled together under the eaves, trying to stay dry.
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Edith grumbled, “Trish, this is all your fault! You were scammed by that fake Dr. Ceylan! You didn’t just lose your own money—you dragged the entire family down with you!
Trish could hardly find the words to defend herself.
Archer and Natalie immediately stepped in to protect Trish “It’s not entirely her fault. Jessica didn’t help, either.”
They turned their attention to the second branch.
Edith’s eyes narrowed as she focused on Jessica, “Jessica, you’ve got no backbone. Mr. Hawk and Wendy have been divorced for ages, and you still haven’t managed to take her place as Mrs. Hawk Now, Mr. Hawk won’t even lift a finger to help us. That just goes to show, you mean nothing to him!”
Jessica’s face turned pale, her expression filled with a sense of unfairness.
Harry and Lilian, frustrated, pointed at Trish and her parents. “What are you doing? How could you blame everything on Jessica?”
The second and third branches began to argue among themselves, tempers flaring. It looked like a fight was about to break out.
Edith, fed up, snapped, “Enough! All you do is argue, and it’s getting us nowhere. What happened to the Crone family’s two golden girls? You’re utterly useless!”
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