Ophelia Gets Thrown Out (Ophelia) novel Chapter 370

Chapter 370

Chapter 370.

After all, with Henry in the mix now, there were definitely a few things she needed to keep an eye on.

“Don’t worry,” Oliver said, catching her drift and reassuring her.

As long as Henry’s under my nose, there’s no way I’ll let anything happen to him.

Ophelia sat down, glanced up at Oliver with a faint smile. “You and Uncle Henry’s family didn’t come back to the manor last night. I almost thought something was up.”

“Nah, just had a project that needed some urgent attention, so we ended up working late and holding a meeting,” Oliver replied with a small smile, then asked, “How’s Grandpa doing?”

“He’s alright… just hasn’t had much of an appetite lately. I’ve been making him some medicinal tea to help him feel better,” Ophelia paused, but decided to be honest.

“His appetite’s off?” Oliver’s eyes narrowed with concern. “Is there something wrong with his health?”

Ophelia shook her head, guessing, “Nothing’s come up so far. Maybe Grandpa’s just used to peace and quiet, and now with Uncle Henry’s family here, it’s a bit much for him.”

She did wonder at first if he was sick, but she’d already made sure he was okay.

So she figured all the extra noise at the manor probably just means Grandpa isn’t getting as much rest as usual.

“That’s good to hear. But make sure you keep an eye on Grandpa whenever you get the chance,” Oliver reminded her quietly, though he didn’t look at ease at all.

Grandpa’s never had this kind of issue before.

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Ophelia’s gaze grew cautious for a moment as she asked, “Are you worried about something, Oliver?”

His expression was grave.

“I can’t really explain it. I just have this uneasy feeling, like something’s not right,” Oliver said, his eyes darkening with worry.

‘Something just doesn’t feel right, Oliver thought, a frown creasing his brow.

Ophelia’s eyes narrowed, her tone turning serious. “I’ll keep an eye on things.”

“Thud.”

Right in the middle of their conversation, they heard a soft thud.

Oliver’s eyes narrowed, about to stand up, but Ophelia held out a hand, signaling him to wait.

“Oliver, you should go check on Grandpa when you get a chance,” Ophelia said, deliberately raising her voice, her tone steady, acting like she hadn’t noticed anything unusual.

As she spoke, she got up, softening her steps as she headed for the door.

Oliver immediately caught on and joined in, raising his voice, “I will. Once this project’s done, I’ll head back.”

“Alright,” Ophelia replied.

As they kept up their banter, Ophelia had already reached the door.

She set her hand on the door, took a deep breath, and with a quick tug, pulled it open.

“Whoa!” The person outside, caught off guard, was practically yanked into the room.

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