Chapter 7: Chapter Seven: Stirred Heart

Since Orville Quiller's accident, it has been Madam Quiller who single-handedly kept the Huo family afloat. Not only did she have to search far and wide for renowned doctors to treat her son's leg, but she also had to look for her husband, who had been missing for five years. On top of that, the burden of managing the Huo family's company fell entirely on her shoulders.

Zhou, the butler who had always taken care of her, saw all this and, seeing the unmistakable fatigue on her face, couldn't help but advise, "Madam, you've been pushing yourself too hard recently. Since there's nothing urgent today, why don't you take some time to rest?"

Hearing this, Madam Quiller looked up and covered her eyes, letting out a light laugh. "Old Zhou, do you think I still have the luxury of resting?"

Zhou was at a loss for words. "Then, Madam, perhaps you could take a brief nap here. I'll wake you in half an hour."

Madam Quiller gave a faint "Mm."

At the Fang residence,

Seeing Rita Clare return, Melissa Bert eagerly approached, "Mom, how did it go? Did you get that jade bracelet?"

When The Servanty had given the bracelet to the foolish Evelyn Bert, Melissa Bert had seen it from outside the door and instantly fallen in love with it. She had used every trick in the book—pouting, cajoling, and even throwing tantrums—to make Rita Clare go to the Huo family and get the bracelet for her.

As for Evelyn Bert, Melissa Bert wasn't worried about her at all. The fool could be easily placated with a few cakes, so she was completely irrelevant.

Rita Clare, hearing her daughter's words, suddenly remembered the purpose of her visit to the Huo family and recalled the torment she had just endured. She glared at Melissa Bert irritably, "All you ever do is ask for things. When will you ever let your father and me have some peace? Go to your room and reflect on your behavior right now!"

Melissa Bert's joy was instantly doused by her mother's unexpected anger. She looked at Rita Clare in confusion, "Mom, what's wrong? Did something upset you?"

Rita Clare barked, "Get to your room now!"

Caught off guard by the shout, Melissa Bert's eyes welled up with tears. She couldn't understand why her usually doting mother was acting this way.

"Fine, if you won't give it to me, I don't want it anyway!"

After shouting, Melissa Bert turned and ran upstairs.

The servants, sensing the mistress's bad mood, lowered their heads to avoid drawing attention to themselves.

After sending Melissa Bert away, Rita Clare sat on the sofa, breathing heavily. After a while, she calmed down and called out sharply, "The Servant, call the Ji family. Tell them I have something very important to discuss with them!"

The Servant, who had been standing nearby, quickly responded and hurried away.

"Miss Fang, would you like to take a nap?"

"No!"

Evelyn Bert clutched the remote control, staring warily at The Servanty, and continued indignantly, "This is my remote, and I want to watch Pleasant Goat and Big Big Wolf!"

She exuded a fierce determination, as if daring anyone to take her things.

Seeing her like this, The Servanty didn't know whether to advance or retreat. She tried to coax her gently, "But Young Master just said you should take a nap, and you agreed. If you don't, he'll be angry when he finds out."

Evelyn Bert shrank back, asking cautiously, "Will... will he hit me?"

The Servanty, unable to hold back a chuckle, replied solemnly, "Yes, he likes to hit children who don't listen..."

Seemingly affected by these words, Evelyn Bert handed over the remote, her voice trembling, "Then... then I won't watch. Can you tell him not to hit me, please?"

Seeing her like this, The Servanty felt a pang of sympathy and patted her head affectionately, saying softly, "Alright, as long as you go to sleep, I won't tell the Young Master."

"Okay, okay! I'll go to sleep!" Evelyn Bert smiled innocently. If one looked closely, they would see that her half-lidded, tea-brown eyes held no trace of foolishness.

Over the next half hour, under The Servanty's meticulous care, Evelyn Bert suddenly realized she might be playing the role of a fool a bit too convincingly. Otherwise, why would The Servanty insist on helping her with everything, even changing her clothes and wiping her bottom?

She could do it herself!

She was pretending to be a fool, not someone who couldn't take care of herself!!!

So, when The Servanty helped her pull up her pants, she almost lost her composure. Her clean, fair face turned bright red. The Servanty, oblivious to this, murmured in confusion, "Are you hot? Why are your cheeks so red?"

Evelyn Bert: "... Do you believe me if I say I'm cold and blushing from the cold?"

The moment she lay down on the soft bed, Evelyn Bert forgot her embarrassment and yawned, "Hmm..."

Meanwhile, Orville Quiller and Dennis Walkley emerged from the study. As they passed by the bedroom, Orville Quiller instinctively glanced through the slightly open door.

Seeing the small lump on the main bed motionless, a faint smile crossed his refined face, but it quickly vanished.

Dennis Walkley, who had been following him, noticed the change in his expression and was startled. He wondered, Could our CEO really be developing feelings for this foolish Miss Fang?

If she were normal, it would be one thing, but she's a fool—a child with the intelligence of a five-year-old!

If the CEO really falls for this foolish Miss Fang, does that count as pedophilia, and if so, how many years would he get...

Lost in thought, Dennis Walkley didn't hear Orville Quiller calling him several times. His expression changed repeatedly.

"Dennis Walkley." Orville Quiller called again, louder this time. The smile on his face had long since disappeared, and he gazed silently at his unfeeling legs, the suppressed frustration and despair creeping back into his heart.

"Yes, CEO!"

Dennis Walkley snapped back to reality, immediately understanding what his boss was thinking. He moved his lips but didn't know what to say to ease his pain.

"Let's go." Orville Quiller closed his eyes, his voice devoid of emotion.

"Yes, CEO."

Time passed, and as the sun set, the evening glow filtered through the window, enveloping the sleeping Evelyn Bert in a beautiful, picturesque scene.

"Mom... Don't go... Don't go..."

"Don't leave Yingying, Yingying is scared... Mom, don't go..."

Evelyn Bert jolted awake from her dream, her tea-brown eyes misty, her fair face filled with fear.

She stared blankly at the ceiling, taking a moment to realize she was in the Huo family's house.

"Have I been asleep for so long..." she murmured, looking at the evening sky through the window.

It had been a long time since she had such a peaceful nap. Back at the Fang residence, she was often driven to the attic by Rita Clare and her daughter, and whenever she slept, she had to be on guard against them barging in.

Over time, she developed a habit of light sleep. This was the first time she had slept so deeply.