Chapter 282 Why Does She Get to Live Here?
"Grandma, time to eat."
Gwyneth brushed off the topic and calmly placed a bowl of cereal with milk in front of Mireille, then started drinking her own soup.
Gwyneth ate very elegantly, with a naturally refined air in her every movement.
Mireille glared at Gwyneth, then pouted, pretending to be angry.
Gwyneth was used to this and chuckled softly, "Alright, don't be mad. You want to hold a great-grandchild, but I can't just make one appear out of thin air, so please stop thinking about it and think about something else."
Mireille pursed her lips, "Why won't you give me a great-grandchild to hold?"
A deep sense of helplessness flashed in Gwyneth's eyes, "Didn't I tell you? I'll never fall in love with any man again, so I'll never get married or have children in this lifetime."
Mireille: "......"
She was furious, "Then what about the Powell family? Won't the Powell family have no heir?"
Gwyneth glanced at Efren beside her, "Isn't Efren still here? After I die, Efren can take over and manage the Powell family."
"That won't work!" Mireille glared at Efren with disdain, "Him? That useless person? If the Powell family falls into his hands, it'll collapse in a day."
Efren didn't say anything. Efren just smiled awkwardly.
Mireille looked at Gwyneth again, "Dear granddaughter, just think of it as doing a good deed. I'm begging you, hurry up and have a daughter. If we start training her now, there's still time."
Gwyneth finished the last sip of soup in her bowl and stood up, "Grandma, there's a meeting today between the seven great families and the royal family. I have to go."
Before leaving, Gwyneth didn't forget to instruct Axel, "When Isabella wakes up, bring breakfast up to her."
"Yes."
Mireille watched Gwyneth's retreating figure and snorted. Suddenly her eyes lit up, "What did Gwyneth just say? Bring breakfast to whom?"
"A girl from Lumaria," Axel said. "Ms. Powell seems to treat that girl somewhat differently. She specifically let her stay in the castle, right next door to Ms. Powell."
"How old is this girl?" Mireille asked.
"From her appearance, just barely an adult."
"Why did Gwyneth let her stay in the castle?"
"I'm not sure about that." Axel shook her head.
After all, Gwyneth's thoughts weren't something she could guess.
Mireille didn't ask any more questions and returned to her room to rest.
After breakfast, Efren also hurried out.
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Isabella woke up at nine o'clock.
After breakfast, she came to the main hall. Apart from Axel, there were only a few maids cleaning. She didn't see Gwyneth anywhere.
"Ms. Powell went out and should be back tonight," Axel said. "Ms. Taylor, Ms. Powell instructed before leaving that except for the main hall, which you can't enter, you're free to explore anywhere else in the castle. Behind the castle, there's a hot spring, gardens, and some large animals kept in the mountains. If you're interested, you can go there too."
"I understand."
The Powell family's castle was even larger than the Waverly family castle she'd seen before. Just the room she stayed in was 1,076 square feet, and there were probably hundreds of rooms of various sizes on the same floor.
Moreover, the top of the castle was almost level with the mountaintop. The entire castle probably had seven or eight floors or more. To explore this whole castle would probably take a full day and night.
Isabella wandered around.
Suddenly she ran into Ollie, who was leading several guards on patrol.
When Ollie saw Isabella, he immediately frowned deeply and said viciously: "You shameless person, you sweet-talked and tricked Ms. Powell, and even convinced Ms. Powell to let you stay here. Let me tell you, whatever you're trying to do, I'll be watching you. If you dare steal anything from this castle, you'll be sorry!"
He really couldn't understand why Gwyneth would let a thief live in the castle. Wasn't she afraid it would pollute the castle's air?
Isabella looked at Ollie with some amusement, "Don't your ten lashes from yesterday still hurt? Do you need another beating to learn to be smarter?"
Ollie's face immediately turned extremely ugly when his sore spot was mentioned.
He said darkly, "You better not slip up. Sooner or later, I'll make Ms. Powell see your true colors!"
"Then you better not act on your own again, or sooner or later I'll have Gwyneth whip you again."
Isabella dropped these words and turned to leave.
"You..." Ollie stared at Isabella's back, so angry he wanted to rush over and hit her, "I don't believe Ms. Powell will let someone like you stay here forever. You'll have to leave sooner or later!"
He knew Isabella's stay in the castle must be temporary. After all, the castle didn't allow outsiders to the Powell family to live there permanently. Once she left, his eyes wouldn't have to see such filth anymore.
Just then, a guard nearby reminded him: "Ollie, Ms. Kismet Powell is here."
Ollie turned to look and saw several young men and women walking toward them.
Leading them was Kismet Powell, granddaughter of the Powell family's third elder Patrick Powell. Kismet's brother Finnegan Powell was also there, along with two other young men—Marshall Banks from the Banks family and Flynn Jordan from the Jordan family.
Additionally, Wilder's granddaughter Yasmin Powell was following behind them.
A group of five, all familiar faces and people of noble status.
Seeing them, Ollie went up to greet them respectfully, "Ms. Kismet Powell, are you planning to go play behind the castle?"
"That's right." Kismet smiled graciously, "Marshall and I are going to the archery range in the back to practice."
The Powell family children all learned horseback riding and archery, and also knew how to use guns, so there was a special training ground behind the castle. Kismet had been a regular there lately, sometimes staying all day, and servants would bring them lunch when it was time to eat.
"Alright, Ms. Kismet Powell, have a good time."
Ollie stepped aside to let them pass.
Kismet suddenly asked: "Ollie, who was that girl talking to you just now? I haven't seen her before."
Thinking of Isabella, Ollie's eyes became disgusted again. He said with disdain: "Her? She's just a thief who stole something and won't admit it. Not only that, she's shamelessly staying here. So shameless!"
Hearing this, Kismet's face showed a mocking smile, "That's interesting. She's not part of the Powell family, and she's not a friend of the Powell family either. What right does she have to stay here?"
"Who knows?" Ollie said mockingly, "I also think she has no right to stay here. She's clinging on here, definitely just trying to freeload."
"There are delicacies every day here, spacious and bright accommodations, and servants to wait on you. This kind of noble treatment—someone of her low status definitely can't enjoy this normally."