Trading My Ex for His Uncle

As Emerald spoke, she was already heading toward the attic.

Andre quickly got up and followed. "Ms. Kinsey, I'll come with you." Emerald paused for a moment before nodding. "Alright."

Then, she shot a look at the maid. "Go ahead and tend to her first."

Understanding the underlying order, the maid nodded and hurried off.

Emerald changed direction and led Andre to Nyla's bedroom. On the way, she subtly slowed her pace, deliberately engaging him in small talk.

Andre narrowed his eyes slightly, a thoughtful look flashing across his face.

It seemed Emerald didn't care for her long-lost daughter nearly as much as she had claimed at the banquet. Otherwise, she wouldn't be chatting idly with him or walking so leisurely after learning that Nyla had fallen ill.noveldrama

Moreover, from the way she had ordered the maid to "tend to" Nyla first, it was likely an attempt to cover up something she didn't want him to know.

By the time they reached Nyla's room, the family doctor had also arrived, carrying his medical kit.

After greeting Emerald, the doctor immediately went to check on Nyla.

She lay on the bed, her lips dry and pale, her cheeks burning with an unnatural flush. Beads of cold sweat glistened on her forehead.

The doctor took her temperature and conducted a brief examination before turning to Emerald. "Madam, Ms. Kinsey has caught a cold, which led to a fever. I'll prescribe her some medicine. Once the fever breaks, she should be fine."

Emerald nodded. "Good. As long as it's nothing serious."

After writing the prescription, the doctor handed it over, and Emerald instructed a maid to prepare the medicine.

Then she turned to Andre. "Nyla probably won't be able to attend lessons for the next couple of days. You should come back later in the week."

Andre nodded. "Of course. Her health is the priority. I'll return in a few days."

"Good. I'll have Filipe see you out. Sorry for the trouble," Emerald said.

"It's no trouble at all," Andre replied.

Filipe led Andre toward the entrance, where they ran into Delia.

Delia's face lit up with surprise and joy at the sight of him. "Andre! What are you doing here?"

She wore an innocent expression, as if she had no idea he was Nyla's tutor.

Andre smiled. "I'm Ms. Kinsey's private tutor now, Ms. Nixon. I come here every morning to teach her."

"Oh, I see! I heard my sister is sick today, so I guess there's no class?" Delia asked.

Andre nodded. "Yes, she's recovering. I'll return in a few days."

"So you're heading back now?" Delia asked again.

"Yes," Andre answered.

"Oh, that's perfect! I was about to go shopping, but my car broke down. Can you give me a ride to the mall?" Delia asked.

Filipe, who had remained silent, furrowed his brow slightly. Something about Delia's enthusiasm toward Andre felt off.

Andre blinked in surprise before smiling politely. "It would be my pleasure."

"Thank you!" Delia chirped, then turned to Filipe. "You don't need to see Andre out —I'll do it. Also, let my mom know I won't be home for lunch."

Filipe lowered his head slightly. "Yes, Ms. Nixon."

Delia and Andre walked side by side, and she chatted animatedly with him, her face glowing with a smile. She seemed far more lively than usual.

Watching them disappear into the distance, Filipe frowned before turning back toward Nyla's room.