Mrs Otterton Novels & Stories

"I am Veronica Vane. I am your one and only true Queen and Herald. No impostor can bring me down to the ground." I flew in front of Elspeth and whispered to her ear, "Even you, Elspeth… don’t have the capability to overpower me."

Elena observed. "My research shows she retired twenty years ago with a surprisingly large pension," Marcus said. "Much larger than what orphanage directors typically receive." Elena felt her stomach tighten. "Someone paid her off." "Possibly," Marcus agreed. They went inside and spoke to the receptionist, a cheerful young woman with a bright red hair. "Oh yes, Mrs. Sutton is expecting you," the receptionist said. "She's in the garden room. I'll take you there." They followed the receptionist through hallways decorated with paintings and comfortable furniture. This place was definitely expensive. Elena wondered how Margaret Sutton could afford to live here on a retirement pension.

I went quiet. And that silence was enough for her. “Do you think you can handle it? Didn't you just tell me Dean will be transferred to the main branch?” “Hopefully, he won’t. Xavier is against the whole idea. So… let’s see how it goes.” She nodded slowly, but I could see the worry behind her eyes. I was about to clear the plates when someone banged at the door. Bang! Bang!! Bang!!! “Mrs. Weston, are you okay?” I recognised the voice immediately.

“Oh, Mrs. Right, I feel the same way. I mean, you were always so nice to me, exactly like a second mother.” “‘When Ollie and I get home, we’re going to have a family dinner and get all caught up. It will be a joy to see you again after all these years of you being away.’” “Sounds wonderful, Mrs. Right. Enjoy the rest of your vacation!” “‘Don’t run away now, will you, Max? Not before we get back. I’m so happy to think of him with a good woman for a change.’” “Thank you, Mrs. Right.”

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CHAPTER 35 Sutton “Thank you for coming right away, Sutton. We are in such a pickle we don’t know what to do.” Sitting in Alice and Reena’s crowded living room that smelt of mothballs and dust, I couldn’t help but wonder what was upsetting these two sweet older ladies. They were some of the few folks in town that had been kind to me before they found out that I was rich. Since returning to Otterville Falls with Mark, people have bent over backward to try and make up for a lifetime of insults and snubs. It was almost comical the way they fell all over themselves to try and put in a good word.

Her skin was fair, and she looked younger than Winnie by a few years. She didn't look like she was Tyrone's mother, but rather his older sister. She sat with a cup of coffee in hand, and her every gesture exuded elegance. Mrs. Elkin's full name was Margaret Ledston. She had been a renowned socialite in Royalton over 20 years ago.

Betty noticed on a Tuesday morning. She was at the river, as she often was, in the quiet hour before Thornfield fully woke. River, her daughter, nine years old and already frightening in her perceptiveness had followed her without permission, as she frequently did, and was now sitting cross-legged in the grass beside the largest of the ancient wolves with the complete unselfconsciousness of a child who had grown up understanding that certain extraordinary things were simply the ordinary furniture of her world.

" I erm... have a question. It's about Mr. Brenton " " Sure. Ask me anything and I will answer based on what I know about Master " " Erm... so, it's about his marriage. You once told me that he has an ex-wife. May I know who she is? Like her name and where she is now " " Oh, you're asking about Madam? " Lena nodded firmly. " Well, Madam's name is Harley Ashton and she's a model. After their divorce, we couldn't be in contact so I don't know where she is "

Beside me, Judith nudged me gently and whispered, "Oh god! I cannot believe I finally get to meet her. I really admire Mrs. Lachlan." Following suit, we all stood to greet her, and a radiant smile illuminated her face as she approached us. Mrs. Lachlan enveloped me in a tight embrace, her touch gentle and comforting as she caressed my face affectionately. Despite my apprehensions, her warm demeanor put me at ease. "Mary, my dear," she began, her voice gentle yet filled with genuine care, "I've heard so much about you from Joseph. He speaks of you with such fondness and admiration. We haven’t really gotten a chance to talk."