NovelUSAChapter 465 Hilda had sent Vernon to investigate Mirage Cay, but he cback empty-handed.
She didn't dare dwell on how her daughter had managed to survive that island-a place that chewed people up and spat them out.
For days now, Hilda hadn't slept. The moment she closed her eyes, her mind conjured up images of Citrine struggling to survive on Mirage Cay. Sometimes, she even thought she could hear her daughter's desperate, helpless cries for help.
Saunders Manor.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThat afternoon, Monica Wade and her brother dropped by the old family hto visit Inez and Herschel. The four of them sat down to dinner together.
Nathalie, knowing the siblings were coming, had gone out of her way to prepare several extra dishes each one a favorite of theirs.
Wade was shoveling food onto his fork, pausing only to exclaim, "Nathalie, this roast chicken is incredible! Honestly, it's like you read my mind and made exactly what I wanted." Nothing made Nathalie happier than having her cooking praised.
Her grin stretched from ear to ear as she replied, "Young master, your compliments are too sweet." Just then, Inez Saunders spoke up, "Nathalie, I heard you visited Hilda's new place the other day. How's she doing lately?" It had been over a month since Hilda last chome, and Inez was missing her daughter terribly.
Herschel looked at Nathalie as well. "That's right. Is Hilda eating well? Sleeping alright? She's not staying up too late, is she?" The Saunders were famous in their circle for doting on Hilda-no one worried about her more.
Nathalie smiled, trying to reassure them. "Don't worry, she's doing great. She spent the whole day cooking with me, and she was in excellent spirits." Inez stared in disbelief. "Cooking? Hilda? That girl always hated getting anywhere near the stove!" Her reaction was echoed by Herschel and the Wade siblings. All four paused mid- bite, forks hovering over their plates.
Herschel frowned. "Did she actually cook something edible?" Monica shook her head. "I never thought I'd see the day Aunt Hilda set foot in a kitchen." She tried to imagine those hands, usually so comfortable holding a riding crop, now wielding a kitchen knife.
Wade muttered, "Has Aunt Hilda lost her mind?" The thought of her cooking just didn't add up.
Nathalie couldn't help but laugh at their stunned faces.
Honestly, she'd been just as surprised at first.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"She was completely serious about it," Nathalie said, still chuckling. "She followed every step, asked questions, and if a dish wasn't perfect she'd start over from scratch. I've never seen her so determined-she even burned her hand and wouldn't quit." Inez and Herschel sprang to their feet, voices tight with worry. "She burned herself? Was it bad?"
The two of them were hopeless when it cto their daughter. Nathalie hurried to calm them down. "It wasn't serious, I promise. She's fine." Reassured, they finally sat back down.
Inez pursed her lips, confused. "Why would Hilda go to all that trouble? If om she wants anything all she has to do is ask and we'll send it over. Her hands are too delicate for kitchen work." Herschel hesitated, then asked again, "No, really, did anything she made actually taste good?" Nathalie privately doubted it, but she just glanced at Herschel and kept her thoughts to herself.
She turned to Inez, remembering something Hilda had said that day. After a brief pause, she decided to share it. "Ma'am, that day Miss Hilda said she wanted her daughter to taste a meal she'd cooked herself."
Nathalie hesitated, then couldn't keep from asking, “Sir, Ma'am has Miss a child?"
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