Built His Empire Then Watched It Burn When He Cheated novel Chapter 793

"Thank you for telling me this. It's a complicated situation, and I'm not entirely sure of the facts myself. I'll have a proper talk with Steven later and let you know when I can."

Anneliese had no intention of prying into Steven's private life, so she offered a quick, polite smile.

"Oh, please don't feel like you have to. I'm just an outsider—"

Wendy reached out and caught Anneliese's hand in mid-air. "What do you mean by 'outsider'? I don't know what it is, but from the moment I met you, I felt such a connection—like we were kindred spirits. I've never thought of you as an outsider! Anneliese, I was serious when I mentioned wanting to adopt you as my goddaughter. Would you be open to that?"

This wasn't the first time Wendy had brought it up, but seeing how earnest and hopeful she was now, Anneliese hesitated for only a second before nodding.

"I'd love to, Madam Chalmont. I feel a strange sense of closeness when I'm with you, too."

Overjoyed by her answer, Wendy stood up and pulled Anneliese into a warm, tight embrace.

Anneliese stiffened slightly; it was the first time she had ever been held like this by a woman of Wendy's age. Wendy carried a faint, elegant scent, and though she was quite slender, her embrace felt peaceful and inclusive—tender, yet full of strength.

For a fleeting moment, Anneliese felt like she was a little girl again, being cradled and soothed by her adoptive mother when she was sick.

Slowly, her body relaxed, and she reached back to hug Wendy.

As Wendy felt the girl's subconscious lean into her, her own eyes began to burn with unshed tears.

…

In the study.

"Was your wife born and raised in Baytree?" Steven asked. He was sitting on the couch with his legs crossed, watching Jonathan methodically prepare coffee.

Jonathan moved with effortless grace as he handled a sleek, minimalist pour-over kettle. He tilted it slightly, a steady stream of hot water spiraling over the ground beans. A rich, dark aroma rose with the steam, swirling around his long, elegant fingers in a hazy mist.

He pushed a steaming cup toward Steven, seemingly unsurprised by the sudden question. When he looked up, his gaze was thoughtful and measuring.

"She was abandoned outside a Baytree orphanage under the cover of night when she was only a few days old. It was winter, and Baytree had just seen its first heavy snowfall. If she hadn't been found in time, my wife likely wouldn't have survived the night."

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