Broken Memories, Intertwined Hearts novel Chapter 399

Russel gave Silvia's shoulder a light pat, returning to his kindly façade. "How's your health been lately? Any better?" Silvia swiftly brushed his hand away, a flicker of disgust in her eyes. "No need for your concern, I'm all recovered now. If you don't want people to know about us, it'd be best if you stopped visiting me. If I need anything, I'll reach out. If I don't, it means there's no news."

Russel seemed to be used to this attitude, unaffected, he continued, "I heard you've completely cut ties with the Meyer family?"

"That's my business, none of yours."

Russel's tone turned stern, "You're not a kid anymore. You can't keep shutting people out like a hedgehog. You need to understand, I'm the only one who truly cares about you. I don't want to see you attempting suicide like last time."

"Do you think I'd believe someone who drove his wife to insanity, then kept her locked up for over a decade?" Silvia's voice was soft, but Russel heard every word.

"You and her are different, I won't do that to you. So, how do you plan to handle things with Ethan? You're not just gonna let him live happily ever after with his wife, are you?"

"I'll handle my own business, no need for your meddling. Just take care of your own affairs. Don't stick your nose in where it doesn't belong, you might mess up my plans." She had her entire plan mapped out in her head. She wanted to see how far their trust could stretch.

"I know you're independent, but you need to be more careful. Don't be reckless like last time, I don't have the energy to keep bailing you out."

Silvia didn't reply this time, but Russel told a servant not far away, "Prepare extra for dinner, Dr. Caldwell and I will be dining here tonight."

"Sure, Mr. Russel, I'll get right on it."

"I didn't say I was staying for dinner. I've already eaten."

"That's not up to you, haven't you always dined here? If I show up and you leave, what will people think?"

Silvia scoffed, thinking this man before she was overly suspicious. How could a simple dinner raise questions?

When Ines and Ethan returned to the Meyer Mansion, they found Ivy wailing, her voice hoarse. Seeing this, Ines rushed in. "Grandpa, what's wrong with Ivy? Why won't she stop crying?"

"The little one's picky, she won't drink the milk you left in the fridge or eat formula. She hasn't eaten anything since you left at noon. She's been well-behaved, just crying a bit, and Beasley would soothe her. But she probably got really hungry an hour ago, and she'd been crying nonstop. You gotta feed her something quickly."

Ines took the baby and went upstairs. After breastfeeding, Ivy finally stopped crying. Her long eyelashes were still wet from tears, but her head started bobbing slightly, a habit when she was feeding. Clearly, her mood had improved. Ines lightly touched her little face, sighing, "You little picky eater, always refusing to eat anything else, even when you're hungry. It's beyond me. You'll have to eat formula when I'm not around. Don't starve yourself. Learn from your brother, he eats when he's hungry."

The baby didn't seem to understand, just sucking harder.