True Heiress Returns to Her Unemployed Rich Family (Arabella) novel Chapter 622

"Of course." Matthew agreed without hesitation.

He stepped inside and took a seat, choosing the one directly across from Arabella.

Arabella set the bouquet aside and met his gaze. "Thanks for these, Mr. Stewart. They're beautiful."

"My pleasure, Dr. Hamilton." Matthew offered a calm, faint smile.

"Would you like to order anything else, Mr. Stewart?" Alfred asked, already extending the menu toward him.

Matthew waved it off politely. "I'm fine with whatever everyone's having."

Alfred didn't press further. "Alright. We can always add more later if needed."

"You certainly have your ways of finding things out, Mr. Stewart," Frank remarked, glancing briefly in Matthew's direction.

"Likewise," Matthew replied smoothly.

With their resources, such information was hardly difficult to come by.

"Still, it's hardly front-page news. I'm a little surprised you'd take an interest, Mr. Stewart," Frank added, his tone casual but pointed.

Catching the underlying implication, Matthew raised an eyebrow. "I simply happened to hear about it. Though now that you mention it, it was quite a coincidence—I realized there was someone there I know."

"Who?" Ethan asked, leaning in with curiosity.

"A business associate," Matthew clarified.

Ethan looked puzzled. "But Horizon Corp only entered the pharmaceutical field today, and their sole partnership is with Arabella, isn't it? So how would you have a connection with Kindwell Hospital?"

"No." Matthew shook his head gently. "It was a designer."

Alfred blinked in surprise. "There was a designer at the event today?"

Arabella's heart immediately leapt to her throat. Was Matthew referring to Colton?

"Yes," Matthew confirmed with a nod. "A designer named Tylin—the one behind the Unstained Grace collaboration line with Horizon Corp."

"Oh, Tylin!" Ethan said, impressed. "He's pretty well-known in the fashion world, but he almost never makes public appearances. Very few people actually know him. You've worked with him, Mr. Stewart? That's impressive."

Arabella's heart, which had been lodged in her throat, now sank heavily.

So he was definitely talking about Colton.

She racked her memory quickly. As far as she recalled, Colton hadn't made an appearance at all—he'd simply asked a nurse to deliver the garments. No one should have seen him.

Unless... Matthew had been there himself.

She turned her head sharply toward Matthew, her eyes narrowing almost imperceptibly. He hadn't actually been there, had he?

Matthew was watching her closely, studying her reaction as if searching for clues.

But despite the turmoil inside, Arabella's expression gave nothing away.

"Designers enjoy watching the show too, huh?" Alfred commented with a light chuckle.

He simply assumed the designer had been among the spectators.

"Do you know Tylin, Dr. Hamilton?" Matthew asked, cutting straight to the point.

"In that case, I definitely must have misheard," Matthew conceded, not pushing the matter further. He played along smoothly.

"Oh, so that's what happened," Frank said, nodding slowly.

"Exactly," Alfred agreed with an easy laugh. "Otherwise I'd have thought designers really did enjoy watching the drama unfold."

"Alright, let's dig in before everything gets cold," Ethan interjected, steering the conversation back toward lunch.

On the surface, the atmosphere remained friendly and light, but beneath it, each of them was quietly turning things over in their mind.

Frank and Ethan shared a brief, knowing look. They could sense something unspoken lingering beneath the conversation.

Alfred's gaze drifted back to Arabella. The others might not have realized, but he knew the person who had delivered those documents was someone she referred to as a friend.

Was that friend actually Tylin?

And Matthew seemed to suspect that Arabella herself might be Tylin.

A brilliant doctor and a talented designer...

Alfred found it hard to believe. But this was Arabella, and she did have a habit of keeping parts of her life private. He couldn't help but wonder.

Only Arabella continued eating calmly, sipping her drink now and then, appearing completely unbothered.

She had already put the pieces together. Colton must have slipped up somehow.

But Matthew didn't have solid proof—he was just testing the waters.

A faint, confident smile touched her lips. As long as there was no evidence, she wasn't worried.