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Chapter 699

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There was light in her eyes.

Lady Celia touched her head excitedly. She didn't know where to start. "Dear, how are you?"

The girl smiled like an angel.

"Mother, I'm fine."

She looked past Lady Celia at her father, who wasn't in good spirits. She smiled. "Father, thank you for your hard work."

The girl's sweet voice brought Lankster back to reality quickly.

He held her hand lovingly and kissed the back of it. "As long as Alice can get better, I'll do anything.

Alice's little face was still pale, but she looked very happy.

"Father, I love you."

"I love you too, Alice."



Alice, whose condition was under control, was ready to return home.

In just a few days, because of the Earl Of Lankster's departure, the family with ulterior motives started to cause trouble again, and they lost a lot of business.

Because Alice needed to rest for the time being, with Old Hou's permission, she could stay with Lady Celia at the residence for a few more days.

As for the Earl Of Lankster, he returned home immediately.

He would be busy for the next few days.

Song Yaoyao rested at home for a few days. During this period, she only went to see Alice once. She was recovering very well, and every day was more lively than the day before.

The roses were injected with vitality and became beautiful again.

She didn't see Huo Yunque early in the morning. Song Yaoyao went downstairs, but she saw a slender and elegant figure.

It was Lady Celia.

The bodyguard beside her held a parasol for her. She was like a princess who walked out of a fairy tale, wearing an elegant retro long dress and a small top hat. Her life was a fairy tale in itself.

A delicate woman walked towards her. She was wearing a fox fur shawl and exuded a noble aura.

"We meet again, dear Miss Song."

"Hello, Lady Celia."

Song Yaoyao turned serious for a second and raised her hand to greet Celia.

"Madam Celia, did you come this time because something happened to Alice?"

"Thank you for your concern. Alice is doing well now." Celia looked at Song Yaoyao gratefully. "I'm sorry for my previous rudeness. May I ask if Mr. Huo is in?"

Song Yaoyao wanted to say that she was also looking for him, but she heard a cold and low voice coming from outside the door.

"Yes."

Both of them looked over at the same time.

The man held a bouquet of flowers in his hand. He walked over to Song Yaoyao and handed her the flowers. "Go and eat your breakfast."

Song Yaoyao's eyes were like crescent moons. She took the bouquet and nodded obediently. She rubbed against the back of the man's hand coquettishly. After saying goodbye to Lady Celia, she walked away with light steps while humming a tune.

Lady Celia wrapped her shawl around her shoulders and looked at the girl's back enviously. She firmly believed that if she hadn't been present, the girl would have jumped with joy.

Every woman was a child in front of the man she loved.

Celia firmly believed that she used to be like this too.

"Madam, what are you looking at?"

Huo Yunque took the handkerchief and gently wiped his fingers.

Celia followed Huo Yunque upstairs. Hearing this, she smiled gently. "There's light in her eyes. She looks very happy."

"I was happy too. Once."

Behind them, the girl held a cup of hot milk and slowly walked out of the dining room.

A pair of bright black eyes stared straight at the backs of the two of them.

In the study room.

Huo Yunque took out a document in a leather bag from the drawer and pushed it in front of Lady Celia.

"You don't regret it?"

The blood drained from Celia's face in an instant, but she smiled elegantly.

"Of course."

(End of Chapter)

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