Twin Treasures: The CEO Wife's 99-Day of Revelations

The car drove straight to Providence Hospital...

At the Morgan family, the two servants looked at Hailey Hale with concern, feeling anxious about not being able to report to the Madam. What should they do?

”It’s okay.”

Hailey noticed their worry and said, ”I’ll explain to the Madam.” She took out her phone, ”Don’t worry.”

The servants bowed to her, watched her turn and leave, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Hailey sat down on the sofa, composed her language, and dialed Jasmine’s number.

In a soft voice, she reported, ”Mom, I let Jocelyn go out.”

”You...” Jasmine couldn’t believe it.

”She held a pair of scissors to her neck and threatened the servants at the door. I was worried her emotions would get too extreme and she might harm herself, so I let her go out.” Hailey’s voice was gentle.

Hearing the reason, Jasmine didn’t have the heart to blame, ”Okay, you take a good rest.” She just thought, finally she had to compromise.

In the early morning, in Nathan Mills’ small villa, the rich aroma of soup wafted through.

Janelle Mills held a recipe book, busy in the kitchen, the fragrance of black chicken soup spreading, tempting the taste buds.

Carlotta Sterling couldn’t resist coming to the kitchen door, ”Wow, is this still my daughter?”

”Of course it is!” Janelle controlled the heat, leaving a backside view for her mother. It was her first time cooking.

Carlotta couldn’t help but smile; this enthuasiam was so much like her younger self.

To change and try for someone is a unique impulse of youth.

Janelle carefully measured how much pepper to add, strictly following each step in the soup-making process, unhurried, ”Soup made with one’s own hands is full of sincerity, I’m happy to captivate his taste.”

Yes, she was now making soup to send to Trevor, it was her small token of affection.

Janelle thought about it all morning, knowing Trevor lacked nothing, she was unsure what to give him that would be fitting.

”I’ve heard that to win a man’s heart, you must first win his stomach!” Janelle continued to busy herself, sharing her thoughts, ”Though this saying is clichéd, it holds some truth.”

Carlotta still looked at her daughter’s back, couldn’t resist replying, ”You, before the stomach could be won, I’m afraid you’ve already won his heart.”

The headband given to Janelle was precious, and the necklace was costly.

”Heehee!” Janelle’s heart was sweet, recalling the content of the exclusive interview, those words full of security, each tugging at her nerves.

Turns out, love feels so wonderful.

The Dalton Group.

A red Maserati stopped at the company entrance, Camille stepped out, took off her sunglasses, entering the lobby with full-on presence with her assistant.

The receptionist politely asked, ”Ms. Camille, do you have an appointment?”

”No, but I must see Mr. Trevino today.” Camille’s attitude was firm; she had decided to return to Freyne but remained unconvinced and puzzled over how the brilliant Trevor could choose an ordinary woman?

Could it be that he’s blind?

She felt it was an act, having to ask and find clarity!

The problem was, she couldn’t see Mr. Trevino now.

At that moment, Janelle Mills came in with an insulated bowl, wearing high heels, a half-up ponytail, and clad in a light blue sweater with a skirt, looking surprisingly demure and graceful.

”Miss!”

Someone stopped her path.

Janelle paused, looked up with a smile, ”I’m here to see your Mr. Trevino.”

”Do you have an appointment?”

”No.” She shook her head, ”I’m his girlfriend, do I need an appointment to see him?”

Camille turned her eyes upon hearing this.

The guard didn’t know; Mr. Trevino never had a girlfriend before, so as he too couldn’t answer this question.

Janelle pulled out her phone, ”No worries, I’ll call Trevor now,” as her words landed, she had already dialed a video call on WeChat, then smiled at the guard, ”Please wait a moment!”