Return of the Lost Heiress

Chapter 32

It was Margaret’s favorite medical book, which recorded many medicinal food recipes.

She usually read it on the deck chair in the yard and told Wynter, “This dish is good. I’ll make a fish likethis for you today. And pumpkin soup.”

It was all ruined now! Wynter’s eyes darkened with a ruthless look as she strode toward the courtyard.

Seeing her, a child dressed as a masseur immediately put down the bucket and eagerly raised hishands to gesture.

Wynter held his shoulders, her eyes intense but her tone calm. “Wolf, don’t panic. Tell me slowly, whathappened?”

Margaret had picked up Wolf on the street. He was born mute and could only use sign

language, but he could also make some sounds now. He was small and clean, about 11 years old.

Wolf raised his arms to gesture to Wynter, looking dull and tough, his eyes charming.

“Are you saying the mess outside was all done by Wanda?” Wynter’s voice turned cold.@@@@

Wolf nodded and continued to gesture with a gravelly voice.

Even if their son was a scum, most mothers would deceive themselves and couldn’t accept anycriticism about him.

If Margaret were also such an irrational person, Wynter would never interfere again, even thoughMargaret treated her like her own.

Whether to tolerate their bullies silently or get back at them, she left the decision to Margaret. Shewould then decide to stay or leave.

“Wynter.” Margaret looked at her with wise eyes. “I don’t want you to go. Southdale is a complicatedplace. The Scott family has connections in Kingbourne.

“I’m worried you will get into trouble because of me. From today onward, I’ll cut ties with this son!”

As she studied traditional medicine, Margaret had always been calm and had never been so cruel.

Wynter saw her determination and knew the connection between mother and son was deep. Now thatMargaret had confirmed her stance, Wynter would wait for her to let go in time.

“I’ll listen to you.” Wynter squatted down, her eyes clear. “I won’t go if you don’t want me to.”

Margaret stroked her long hair. “Wynter, my poor child. If they don’t want you, I’ll look after

you and support your studies.”