Chapter 281 My Great-Granddaughter Is Still Unsettled
Gwyneth had already gotten the answer she wanted from Bodhi.
Just as she expected, the Whitley family had nothing to do with the deaths of the three elders from the Jordan family.
Gwyneth said directly, "Alright, Bodhi, you can go now. There's nothing more for you here."
Bodhi was both surprised and delighted. "I can really leave?"
"Yes."
Bodhi quickly got up, not daring to stay a moment longer, and scrambled out of there.
As soon as Bodhi left, a masked man in black flashed in from outside and came before Gwyneth.
The man in black first bowed to Gwyneth, then said, "Ms. Powell, should we still send someone to follow Bodhi?"
Gwyneth waved her hand. "No need. Bodhi really has nothing to do with the deaths of the three elders from the Jordan family. I've already tested him."
The man in black paused, then said, "But when the seventh elder of the Jordan family died, he was clutching Bodhi's ring in his palm. How do we explain that?"
Gwyneth sighed. "That evidence is way too obvious. Even if Bodhi really did kill the seventh elder of the Jordan family, he couldn't be stupid enough to leave such a trace. I think someone deliberately framed the Whitley family for the deaths of the Jordan family elders to draw attention and confuse things."
"Besides, knowing Bodhi as I do, even if you gave him all the courage in the world, he wouldn't dare kill the seventh elder of the Jordan family. The Whitley family may be arrogant in their daily affairs, but when it comes to the Jordan family, they don't have the guts."
The man in black nodded, said nothing more, and disappeared on the spot.
After the man in black left, Gwyneth finally noticed Isabella, who had been standing nearby the whole time.
She called Axel over and instructed, "Arrange a room for her. Starting today, she'll be staying here."
Axel was somewhat surprised to hear that Isabella would be staying.
Gwyneth had always been very guarded and would never let outsiders stay in the castle unless absolutely necessary. How could she so easily let this girl move in?
But Axel didn't say anything, just nodded. "I'll arrange a guest room for her right away."
Then she looked at Isabella. "Ms. Taylor, please come with me."
Isabella nodded and followed behind Axel.
Gwyneth watched the girl's back, narrowed her eyes slightly, and spoke again, "No need to take her to a guest room. Let her stay in the room next to mine."
Hearing this, Axel couldn't help but curiously look Isabella over several times.
What was this girl's background? How could she get Gwyneth to arrange for her to stay in the room right next door?
This was really strange.
Axel agreed with confusion and led Isabella directly up the spiral staircase to the room next to Gwyneth's.
The room was large, practically a suite. It had a separate bathroom and study, plus a very large and spacious balcony. Although no one lived there, it was cleaned daily and kept very tidy.
Axel called a few maids to thoroughly clean the room again, then looked at Isabella and said, "Ms. Taylor, the room is all ready for you. Is there anything else you need?"
"Thank you, I don't need anything else for now."
"Alright, please rest. Let me know if you need anything."
Axel closed the door and left.
After everything that had happened that day, Isabella was also a bit tired.
She sent William a message, telling him she would be staying at the Powell family's castle for a while, and asked him to return home to meet with Theodore and have Theodore treat Jessa first.
After arranging all this, Isabella lay down and fell asleep.
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At night, the entire castle was very quiet. Built on a mountain, far from the noise of the city, there was almost no disturbance.
Gwyneth woke up at three in the morning as usual.
Her sleep had been poor for years, sometimes because of headaches, sometimes because of things she couldn't remember, leaving her heart constantly uneasy.
She always felt that somewhere, there was someone important waiting for her.
After waking up, Gwyneth listened carefully and heard light snoring.
As long as she wanted to, her senses could be sharp enough to hear sounds from a hundred meters away, so she immediately determined that the snoring came from the room next door.
Listening to the snoring, Gwyneth felt even less able to sleep. So she put on a long robe and walked out of her room, stopping at Isabella's door.
She opened Isabella's door.
She saw Isabella lying on the bed without even changing her clothes or shoes, snoring soundly.
Gwyneth pressed her forehead, not knowing what to say. To sleep so soundly in a stranger's house—she really had no sense of caution at all.
Gwyneth walked to the bedside, sighed helplessly, bent down to pull the blanket over, covered Isabella with it, and tucked in the corners.
But at that moment, looking at the sleeping Isabella, Gwyneth inexplicably felt this scene was familiar, as if this had happened somewhere before, as if she had once tucked in the blanket for a sleeping Isabella somewhere else.
Gwyneth was startled by this thought.
She and Isabella had never met before. Why would she have such a strange feeling?
Gwyneth suspected she was overthinking and quietly left, returning to her own room.
In the second half of the night, listening to the snoring from next door, Gwyneth miraculously wasn't disturbed. Instead, she somehow fell asleep.
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The next morning, Gwyneth got up and opened Isabella's door as she passed by. Seeing Isabella still sound asleep, she didn't disturb her and went downstairs alone.
She came to the dining room, where the servants had already prepared a full table of breakfast.
"Sis! Quick, this is the medicine you need to take in the morning. Drink it now."
Efren hurried over with the medicine and placed it directly in front of Gwyneth.
Gwyneth said nothing. Although she didn't like the taste of medicine, she naturally hoped to cure her headaches, so she picked up the medicine and drank it.
After taking the medicine, Gwyneth began eating breakfast.
Eating with them were also two elders and Gwyneth's grandmother, Mireille Powell. Mireille looked worried, occasionally glancing at Gwyneth and sighing repeatedly.
"Grandma, what's wrong?" Efren asked.
"It's all because of your sister!" Mireille stared at Gwyneth. "This is really too much. I don't have much time left, and I still don't have a great-granddaughter."
Efren was stunned for a moment, then asked, "Grandma, how do you know it would definitely be a great-granddaughter? Not a boy?"
Mireille pursed her lips and said, "What do you know? I had a master do a divination. If Gwyneth has a girl, that girl will definitely be like her, inheriting her special genes for both ancient martial arts and hypnosis. But if it's a boy, when he grows up he'll either be an ancient martial arts professional or a hypnotist—he can't do both."
So if it was a girl, that would mean the Powell family would have an even more powerful heir, and tragedies like what happened to Gwyneth's father wouldn't occur.
Mireille's hope that Gwyneth would have a daughter was actually her beautiful vision for the Powell family's prosperity.
But the frustrating thing was, Gwyneth was already in her forties. Not only was she not married, she hadn't even had a child.