Chapter 8: Chapter Eight: Deeming Her Tainted

Slowly sitting up, she leaned against the bed and quietly gazed out at the scenery outside the window. The foolishness she had feigned for over a decade vanished completely at this moment. Her delicate, fair face, under the glow of the twilight, appeared serene and beautiful.

The Servant stood outside the door, unbelieving as she looked at Evelyn Bert in the bedroom. Thinking it was just her eyes playing tricks on her, she quickly rubbed her eyes. But when she looked again, the scene remained the same, picturesque and tranquil, causing her eyes to instantly well up with tears.

"Good heavens! Miss Fang is no longer foolish?!"

"Miss Fang, dinner is ready. Please come down to the dining room; Young Master is waiting for you."

After calming herself, The Servant smiled warmly at Evelyn Bert, thinking how happy the young master would be to see her back to normal. However, what she didn't expect was that the moment of joy would shatter in the next second.

When Evelyn Bert turned her head to look at The Servant, her eyes were particularly empty, like a soulless doll, her vacant expression frightening.

"Miss... Miss Fang?" The Servant called out in confusion.

In the next second, Evelyn Bert tilted her head and let out a silly smile, "I'm hungry!"

Seeing the girl revert to her previous foolish state, The Servant sighed inwardly, shook her head in disappointment, and repeated, "Dinner is ready. Please get dressed and go to the dining room after washing up."

As she turned, The Servant couldn't help but mutter, "I must have been seeing things..."

Evelyn Bert heard every word, though her face still wore that foolish expression. In her heart, she was filled with regret. While changing clothes, she looked at her expressionless reflection in the mirror and decided that without absolute certainty, she must never let her guard down again. Otherwise, all those years of enduring humiliation and biding her time would be for nothing.

Downstairs, in the dining room, an elegant spread of food was laid out on the marble table, steaming hot.

Orville Quiller, dressed in a custom-made black suit, sat in a wheelchair. His handsome face showed no emotion as he sat upright in the main seat. Dennis Walkley stood behind him, leaning down to speak to him about something. The setting sun's rays filtered through the large floor-to-ceiling windows, enveloping the two men.

Standing on the stairs, Evelyn Bert looked down and suddenly had some inappropriate thoughts.

Orville Quiller and Dennis Walkley...

The more she thought about it, the stranger it seemed. Evelyn Bert quickly dismissed these thoughts, plastered a habitual silly smile on her face, and ran happily towards the dining room.

"Food, food, I love food the most!"

The sudden voice interrupted the two men discussing business, and they both turned to look at Evelyn Bert.

Dennis Walkley whispered to Orville Quiller, "President, what do you plan to do with Miss Fang?"

"Keep her for now." Orville Quiller glanced indifferently at the childlike Evelyn Bert, "A fool can't stir up much trouble."

"Yes, sir." Is the president being kind and planning to take care of a child? But then, since his accident, he has never shown any signs of such intentions. Even before the accident, he hadn't. Could this really be a spur-of-the-moment decision?

The more Dennis Walkley thought about it, the more he felt it might be true.

Evelyn Bert blinked, looking curiously at Orville Quiller and Dennis Walkley. Before she could continue her daydreaming, Orville Quiller spoke, "Sit down and eat."

"Okay, thank you, brother," Evelyn Bert replied with a smile.

Unexpectedly, Dennis Walkley burst into laughter and corrected, "Fool, this is your legal husband, not your brother. You should call him husband."

Evelyn Bert: "..."

"If you have so much to say, why don't you speak more?" Orville Quiller raised an eyebrow and glanced at Dennis Walkley, "About Europe..."

"No, no, no!" Dennis Walkley quickly raised his hands in surrender, "President, you two go ahead and eat. I'll go out for some fresh air."

Without giving anyone a chance to react, he turned and dashed out the door.

Evelyn Bert tilted her head, confused, and asked, "Is he not eating?"

The Servant, who had just brought out a dish from the kitchen, asked, "Young Master, why did Mr. Han leave?"

Facing their confusion, Orville Quiller, unperturbed, picked up a piece of sweet and sour fish and said, "Maybe it's too hot, and he wants to catch a breeze."

Evelyn Bert: "..."

The Servant: "..."

Is it really that hot in October?

Seeing their silence, Orville Quiller looked up, his handsome face showing no emotion, "Is there a problem?"

Evelyn Bert, snapping out of her daze, pointed at the dishes on the table and exclaimed, "I want to eat those meatballs!"

"Alright, alright, I'll serve them for you." The Servant put down the dish and lovingly served several meatballs into her bowl.

Evelyn Bert picked up her chopsticks and started eating voraciously, paying no attention to the others. After all, she was supposed to be a fool.

"Eat slowly," Orville Quiller frowned and told The Servant, "Find someone to feed her."

The Servant: "Yes, Young Master."

Evelyn Bert, who was engrossed in her meal, suddenly lifted her head, her small face scrunching up in displeasure, "I have hands, I can feed myself!"

Orville Quiller glanced at her indifferently, a half-smile on his lips, "Dirty."

"..."

Dirty?

Does he think I'm dirty?

This dog of a man, Orville Quiller! One day, I will take his head!

*Slam!*

Evelyn Bert slammed her chopsticks on the table, lifting her head in indignation, "Hmph! Yingying is not dirty!"

"Not dirty?" Orville Quiller pointed to her face, "Did it get there by itself?"

Evelyn Bert wiped her face haphazardly and pouted, "You're a bad person, I won't talk to you anymore!"

"You are my wife, and you won't talk to me? Who else do you want to talk to?" As soon as he said this, Orville Quiller regretted it. He didn't know why he had said it.

Evelyn Bert was caught off guard by his words and stupidly blurted out, "Ah?"

What does this dog of a man, Orville Quiller, want?

"It's nothing."

Orville Quiller then embodied the principle of not speaking while eating or sleeping.

Even if Evelyn Bert had more questions, she could only keep them to herself.

Twenty minutes later, Orville Quiller put down his chopsticks, "I'm full."

With that, he wheeled himself out of the dining room.

Evelyn Bert watched his retreating figure, and the suppressed thoughts resurfaced. If she could cure Orville Quiller's legs, would he help her take revenge out of gratitude?

Once an idea takes root, it grows like a weed, unstoppable.

That night, Orville Quiller sat on the bed reading, his legs covered by a dark gray blanket. Seeing this, Evelyn Bert skipped over to him and stared intently at his body.