Ex Cried as I Wed a Tycoon novel Chapter 444

“All right, then,” Lindy finally relaxed, reassured. “If you need anything, just let me know.”

“Will do.”

After being discharged from the hospital, Clay and Grace went straight home.

Life seemed to slip quietly back to normal. Everyone returned to their own routines, each person busy in their own world.

Today was the Etheridge family’s monthly dinner.

Fidelia Etheridge clung to Marcia’s hand, giving it a gentle shake. “Mom, please say yes. I really, really want to go.”

“No, absolutely not. You’re a young girl, and I wouldn’t feel comfortable letting you go alone,” Marcia insisted.

Just then, Lindy and Effie came in.

Fidelia immediately pointed at Effie. “You can come with me.”

Effie raised an eyebrow, confused. What’s going on? Since when were she and Fidelia on such friendly terms?

She thought Fidelia was still holding a grudge about that awkward matchmaking dinner.

“Go where, exactly?” Lindy asked.

“To an escape room,” Fidelia explained. “A real-life one. I promised some… friends I’d go with them this weekend. But Mom thinks it’s too risky for a girl to go alone.”

She turned to Effie. “So this weekend, you’re coming with me.”

It wasn’t a suggestion—Fidelia sounded more like she was issuing a command.

Effie was about to reply when Marcia, trying to sound gentle and reasonable, said, “Escape rooms and all this new stuff—we older folks don’t really get it. Effie, you’re young, about the same age as Fidelia. Maybe you could keep her company?”

Marcia’s tone was at least kinder, almost like she was asking for a favor.

After dinner, Bancroft asked Effie to stay behind for a game of chess.

Nobody else was in a hurry to leave. They were curious—Effie had won against Bancroft so many times before; was it just luck, or did she really have that much skill?

As it turned out, Effie was every bit as formidable as before. She won nearly every match, and even Bancroft had to admit defeat with a gracious smile.

“Effie, did you ever study chess with a master?” Bancroft asked, looking at her with newfound respect.

“I learned from my grandfather,” Effie replied. “When I was little, he’d teach me whenever he had the time.”

A thought struck Bancroft. He hesitated, then asked, “Your grandfather—his last name was Spencer, wasn’t it?”

Effie found the question oddly endearing. Bancroft had visited her grandmother before and had addressed her as Mrs. Spencer. Had he really forgotten so soon?

But she answered honestly, “Yes.”