Starting with A Divorce novel (Ainsley and Cason) novel Chapter 689

Chapter 689 Nightmares and Reality

Ainsley looked at the endless darkness from the window and murmured, "Are we not going to save Georgia? Human life is nothing to Daniel."

Ainsley didn't know exactly Georgia’s current situation, but it was surely tough.

Aaden scolded and beat her for any reason, let alone Daniel.

"If you want to save Georgia, you must plan thoroughly for entering Daniel's villa, approaching Georgia under Daniel's nose, and taking her out safely. Have you thought it through?" Matteo said.

Ainsley lowered her eyes, "HI come up with a thorough plan."

The next morning, Ainsley got up early.

"Ms. Easton, why are you up so early today?" the housekeeper just put down her handbag and saw Ainsley walking downstairs slowly with her hair in a bun.

Ainsley glanced at her listlessly and couldn't help but yawn. "I'm hungry," she said, and her voice sounded very sleepy and soft.

The housekeeper hurried to the kitchen, "Did you not eat enough yesterday? Let me cook something simple to fill your stomach first."

Ainsley walked down the last step and blinked, making herself a little more awake.

Hearing what the housekeeper said, she shook her head, "You don't need to cook today, go back and rest."

The housekeeper was stunned and a little unsure, "Are you going to..."

"Yes," Ainsley seemed to have guessed what she wanted to say. She nodded and continued, "I'll cook by myself today."

The housekeeper was a little puzzled.

It's not a special day today.

But since the host had said so, she naturally couldn't stay here. Besides, her salary was paid on a monthly basis, which meant that today was a paid leave.

Ainsley hadn't cooked for a long time.

Fortunately, her culinary skill was still good. When the rib soup was ready, the aroma was overwhelming once the lid of the pot was lifted.

Ainsley learned to cook the pork rib soup from Roman, and she had cooked it for Serina before.

At that time, Serina drank two large bowls in one gulp.

Ainsley brought the thermos cup to the VIP ward of the hospital.

Miles was sitting at the door with his head in his hands. From afar, he looked like a helpless and pitiful child that have nothing to depend on.

Ainsley stopped and considered for a while before walking over.

Perhaps Miles was so tired that he did not hear the approaching footsteps.

It wasn't until he was tapped on the shoulder that he raised his head in a trance.

With just a glance, Ainsley could tell that Miles came to a breakdown.

The man who used to be gentle and elegant was now haggard.

"You’re here," croaked Miles.

Ainsley nodded and walked a few steps to the glass window. Looking at Serina who was sedated and sleeping, Ainsley’s eyes were full of worry.