Chapter 301 Things Turn Out Contrary to One's Wishes

Chapter 301 Things Turn Out Contrary to One's Wishes

"No, these are all fine."

Rachel wasn't too picky either. She picked out a pair of light-colored jeans with the tag still on and a simple top from the closet.

Betty glanced at them and grabbed another camisole top. "This one's the official match for those jeans. I bought them together and haven't worn them even once. You'll look great in it—you've got a great figure after all. When Benjamin sees you later, I guarantee he'll be totally smitten by your beauty."

Rachel gave her a look. "Don't be silly."

"I'm not being silly. That idiot Benjamin really treasures you. Even when people were pulling him away, he didn't forget to tell me to take good care of you and said he'd be back soon."

Betty leaned lazily against the closet. "Honestly, the first time I saw Benjamin bring you to the research and testing center, I thought you two would get together. When I found out later that you were married, I was so disappointed."

Good thing Benjamin managed to win himself a girlfriend.

Not bad, not bad at all.

Rachel laughed and pushed the camisole back toward her. "It's pretty cold today. I'm not going to freeze."

"What's the problem? Like I'd let you freeze? Benjamin would come after me. Go change first, I'll find you a jacket."

Betty had a straightforward personality. She pointed Rachel toward the bathroom and went to find her some clothes.

Rachel didn't refuse anymore and headed to the bathroom to change.

The Chanel-style dress she was wearing was probably ruined—the tea stains on it likely wouldn't wash out.

Benjamin had bought her this outfit yesterday afternoon, specifically for her to wear to the Wright Manor.

She just hadn't expected that in just one morning, the clothes would be completely ruined.

She sighed regretfully and was about to fold the clothes neatly and put them in a white shopping bag when there was a sudden knock on the bathroom door.

Betty's voice came through. "Rachel, something's wrong with my mom's medicine. I'm going to check on it. I've left the jacket on the sofa outside for you to put on when you come out.

I'll find a servant later to take you back to Grandma's place. If you don't want to go back so soon, or if you're tired, you can rest here for a while. I've sent Benjamin a message too."

Rachel's hands paused.

Something wrong with Aurora's medicine?

She remembered the warning in the text message and couldn't help but wonder—could this be Aurora's trick to lure the tiger away from the mountain?

At that thought, she frowned slightly.

Just then, her phone on the bathroom counter suddenly chimed.

A text message flashed on the screen: [Get out of there! Aurora is already on her way to cause you trouble!]

Just as she thought!

Betty had been deliberately sent away by Aurora.

Rachel froze, then quickly tossed the clothes into the bag.

Opening the bathroom door, she said calmly, "Mrs. Wright hasn't even rested yet, so I'd feel bad slacking off here. I've changed, so I'll go with you—back to Mrs. Wright's courtyard."

"Okay, then hurry up and put on the jacket."

Betty pointed to the beige leather jacket on the sofa. "Just leave that bag here for now. Benjamin can pick it up tonight when you leave."

Rachel smiled and nodded, leaving the room with Betty.

The rain had stopped by now. Water droplets from the eaves dripped steadily onto the ground below.

Occasionally they fell into small puddles, creating ripples that spread outward, new marks overlapping old ones, gradually shattering the gloomy sky reflected on the ground.

After leaving Betty's courtyard, Betty pointed out the shortcut under the covered walkway.

Rachel asked one more question. "Is this path the only way to your grandmother's courtyard?"

"Yeah, this is the only path connecting my place and Grandma's. Why?" Betty asked, puzzled.

Rachel frowned slightly. Seeing the anxiety on her face, she didn't want to delay her any longer and shook her head gently. "Nothing, you should go."

"You remember the way I just told you, right? Maybe because they're busy in the west courtyard today, and with the rain, I haven't seen any servants around. Otherwise I'd have someone show you the way."

"Yeah, I remember. Don't worry, it's not like I'm going to get lost."

Once she was sure Rachel knew the way, Betty hurried off toward Quintuple Court.

Aurora needed to take her medicine one hour after lunch every day.

This routine had been repeated for over ten years.

Aurora had always been particularly fond of Betty since she was young, so Betty respected her greatly. When it came to Aurora's health, she couldn't possibly take it lightly.

Rachel walked quickly—she didn't want to run into Aurora.

It wasn't that she was afraid of Aurora, but on an occasion like today, she didn't want to invite trouble for herself.

No one would willingly seek out such bad luck.

As the saying goes, if you can't provoke someone, you can at least avoid them, right?

But things just had to go against her wishes.

The very thing she hoped wouldn't happen was bound to happen.

When she reached the corridor just one courtyard away from Jessica's place, she saw a familiar figure emerge from around the corner into her field of vision.

Her pupils contracted and her steps came to an abrupt halt.

She couldn't help but curse "bad luck" under her breath and sighed helplessly.

Watching Aurora in her deep purple dress walk straight toward her, she could only suppress her displeasure, nod slightly, and greet her politely but with some distance.

"Mrs. Wright."

Aurora stood before her, looking haughty, with three parts mockery and four parts coldness in her gaze.

Too bad she was barely five-five, and in flats, no less.

At five eight in bare feet, with two-inch heels on, Rachel didn't just look down at Aurora—she made her feel small.

The address "Mrs. Wright" sounded particularly formal and distant, not at all like the warmth and intimacy one would expect when meeting a boyfriend's mother.

Although Aurora didn't care about her attitude, hearing this form of address still showed her displeasure on her face.

She was so annoyed her throat tightened and she almost couldn't speak.

After a moment to compose herself, she said with a cold laugh, "Sharp-tongued! When I went to Stargaze Gallery to find you after Christmas, you swore up and down that I'd misunderstood, that you and Benjamin were just friends. You made yourself sound so principled and high-minded. And what happened?

Now look at you, ready to marry my son? With your two-faced, vain, calculating personality, aren't you afraid of disgracing the Davis family name?"

"As you said yourself, that was after Christmas. It's been several months now. Who knows what tomorrow will bring?"