All Too Late novel Chapter 376

Chapter 376 Posthumous Letter

“Ha! Thanks, but no thanks,” said Kathleen flatly.

“My daughter doesn’t require protection from a small bean like you.”

Huh? Asmall what? Her crude remark rendered Zion speechless. Why was I regarded as a small bean?

“It's way too early for you to act as someone else's protector.” A half-smile was all Kathleen could muster at best. Zion grunted in response and shut his eyes.

“Anyway, I'm pretty grateful for your help.” Kathleen expressed her appreciation in the end. Even so, Zion refused to say anything to her. Kathleen then turned to look at Samuel and prompted, “Let's head out.”

Samuel gave her a nod and did her bidding. As soon as they exited the ward, they were greeted by four bodyguards in black suits. Of course, it was Samuel who had arranged for those bodyguards to stay on guard. That would make sense, for Kathleen didn't have that many underlings. Therefore, she had no choice but to rely on Samuel for the time being.

As for Charles, his subordinates were all in Zadiff. On top of that, most of them were members of Blissful Sect. Charles had to refrain from bringing the power from Blissful Sect into play just for Kathleen's sake.

Raymond and his gang were coveting Kathleen, after all. More accurately, they had their eyes on Kathleen's capability. Just like Theodore and the others, all of them had only intended to make her their very own magic money tree.

“Let's go now.” There were traces of exhaustion on Kathleen's face. The coldness was apparent on Samuel's handsome and chiseled face as he inclined his head. Soon after, they arrived at Charles' mansion.

Just as Kathleen was about to get out of the car, she caught a glimpse of Samuel's movement as the latter seemed to be following suit. Immediately, she clasped his hand, stopping him from unbuckling his seat belt. With her palm over his hand, Samuel could feel her overflowing warmth spreading through his own cold hand. He gazed at her with his obsidian-like eyes, asking, “What's the matter?”

“Today's been rough.Why don't you head back home first?” suggested Kathleen as she released her grip. A hint of displeasure then emerged on Samuel’sface.

“You can come again tomorrow.” Kathleen was flustered.

“Don't get me wrong. I'm not burning any bridges here.” Ha! An icy expression formed on Samuel's face. He retracted his hands from the seat belt before uttering with a chilling tone, “Is there a parade of people residing in Charles' mansion?”

Kathleen was caught off guard by his inquiry. Getting no response from her, Samuel scoffed, “If not, it must be haunted.”

Feeling speechless, Kathleen relented and dropped her comment.

“You can stay here if you insist, but I assure you that it's not going to be as comfortable as being in your own home.”

With that, she got out of the car. Watching her leave, Samuel narrowed his frosty yet sparkling eyes to slits. She has quite the temper, huh? But since she's given me her approval to stay as I wish, I might as well do just that. He then exited the car. In the meantime, Kathleen already set her foot in the ever-so-quiet mansion.

At that moment, only Charles and one of his subordinates were present at the mourning hall. Kathleen walked over and looked at flowers in the hall. Charles' curiosity got the better of him as he posed a query.

“Did you find who you were searching for?” Kathleen nodded to signal her answer. She then asked, “Where are Mr. and Mrs. Macari?”

“We've troubled them enough. I told them to go home to get some rest.” Charles sounded rather impassive.

“How's it going?”

“Don't worry. Dorothy didn't let anything out of her mouth,” explained Kathleen.

“Some nerve she has, don't you think? Don't tell me you're letting her off the hook just like that?” Charles was baffled.

Right then, Samuel came inside. Hearing the nearing footsteps, Charles turned to look at the source, only to flash the comer an inexplicable visage. Kathleen bit her lip upon witnessing Samuel's presence.

“I can't believe he actually came in.”

“From what I can see, you can't get rid of him,” teased Charles. Kathleen said nothing while fishing out the letter that she had been keeping in her pocket. It was a letter penned by her late grandmother.

In a flash, Charles could already recognize the handwriting on the letter.