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After ending the call, Mrs. Marigold immediately looked at Silas. The latter quickly lowered his head, not daring to meet her eyes.

"Tell me, what happened while I was abroad?" she interrogated.

"Nothing." he answered, pretending to be calm, "Everything is fine."

"Is that so?" she was angrier after hearing this response. "If nothing's happened, then why did Alaric fight with Orion? Moreover, why did he get a personal doctor under the name of being his fiancee?"

Silas pondered for a while and only gave a half-true answer. "The matter between Mr. Alaric and Mrs. Orion is personal, and I truly don't know. As for Dr. Galatea, she used to work at Serenity Heights Medical Center and happened to be responsible for Mr. Alaric's physical examination. Due to her exceptional medical skills, Mr. Alaric decided to hire her as his private doctor."

"Tell me all the details you know of Galatea," Mrs. Marigold ordered.

Silas was just about to speak when a door knock interrupted him. Hearing it, he was a bit relieved.

The person who entered was Ambrose. Seeing him, Silas quickly and respectfully greeted him. "CEO Ambrose."

Ambrose glanced at Mrs. Marigold, who was sitting at Alaric's desk. He apologized with a smile. "I thought Mr. Alaric had returned from his business trip. Seems like I came at the wrong time."

"This is Mrs. Marigold, former director of Nexus Innovations and Mr. Alaric's mother," Silas quickly introduced.

"Mrs. Marigold," Ambrose said as he approached the desk. While introducing himself, he extended his hand and said, "It's a pleasure to meet you. I'm Ambrose, Far East International's director. I'm in-charge of Nexus Innovations' entertainment city project."

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Vale," Mrs. Marigold replied, reluctantly shaking his hand. She then said, "As far as I know, Far East International is in the electronics business. How did you suddenly get involved in the construction industry? Those two things are completely unrelated."

"They indeed are, but companies must diversify and seek various opportunities, just like Nexus Innovations. Building an entertainment city is also a diversion attempt outside of your main business, isn't it?"

Mrs. Marigold forced a smile, baffled by his response. "What did Mr. Vale come to see Alaric about?"

"I come to deliver a progress report on the project to him."

"Just leave it here."

"Alright." he placed the documents on the desk and politely said, "If you're both busy, I'll take my leave."

Mrs. Marigold remained silent as he left and gently closed the door. Despite that, he didn't immediately go as he stood by the door.

After he was out, Mrs. Marigold continued, "Tell me all you know about Galatea."

Silas could only brief on Galatea's age information and her previous work experience.

"What about her family background?" she asked.

"I apologize, Mrs. Marigold. I'm not sure about that."

"Not sure?" she questioned.

"Yes," Silas replied, with his head lower. He lacked the courage to even look at Mrs. Marigold.

"Where's she living now?" Mrs. Marigold asked. Before he could answer, she warned him, "If you can't even answer this question, you can resign and get out of here!" Thus, he had no choice but to tell her where Galatea was staying. Hearing that she was living near the company made Mrs. Marigold especially angry.

She exclaimed, "Isn't that near the company?"

Silas dared not speak.

"The housing prices in this area are famously high. How can an ordinary doctor afford it? Did Alaric arrange this?"

"...Yes." noveldrama

Her expression turned sharp, followed by an outburst of rage as she slammed the table.

"What a cunning woman! In such a short time, she managed to bewitch Alaric into buying her a house. If this continues, won't all of my family's wealth end up in her pocket?"

On the other hand, Silas was still afraid to speak.

"This shameless woman dared to seduce my son. I want to see what kind of vixen she really is!" she said furiously and walked out of the room.

She went to find Galatea, and it was easy to imagine that Galatea would face some trouble.

If something really happened, Alaric would surely blame him for snitching. But in that situation, Silas had no other choice. What should he do now? Should he tell Mr. Alaric about this? However, he was still in the hospital. But if he didn't tell Mr. Alaric, then...

Silas was now torn and struggling. He felt that whatever he did would be wrong, but doing nothing would also be incorrect.

On the other hand, Ambrose emerged from a hidden corridor and entered another elevator. He heard everything Mrs. Marigold said about Galatea. An old lady was actually calling his loved one a vixen.

He took the elevator to the underground garage, where he saw Mrs. Marigold's car driving away. He immediately got into his vehicle and followed closely behind.

Soon, Mrs. Marigold's car stopped outside Galatea's home. As soon as she got out, she stormed into the building.

When the doorbell rang, Auntie Lynn, who was cleaning inside, hurriedly put down her mop to answer the door.

"May I ask who you're looking for..."

"Does Galatea live here?" Mrs. Marigold interrupted her before she could finish, asking harshly.

"Yes, this is Dr. Galatea's home, but today she..."

Mrs. Marigold interrupted Aunt Lynn again, pushing past her shoulder and entering the house.

Since Auntie Lynn had only recently arrived and was unfamiliar with Galatea's contacts, she found it strange for Mrs. Marigold to barge in so aggressively.

"Who are you to Dr. Galatea? How can you barge in so rudely?"

"Where's Galatea?"

"She's not home right now."

"Then where is she?"

Seeing Mrs. Marigold's aggressive demeanor, Auntie Lynn knew that it couldn't be anything good. She replied, "I'm the newly-hired housekeeper here. I don't know where Dr. Galatea is, and I don't have the right to inquire, either." Galatea hired a housekeeper?

Looking at the luxurious decorations in the house and the fact that she even had a housekeeper, wasn't Galatea treating herself like a Young Madam?

"If you don't leave soon, I'll call the police," Auntie Lynn warned.

Just as Mrs. Marigold was about to speak, her phone rang.