Chapter 220 Jealousy
"The resemblance, it's just uncanny," Maeve stared at the photo on her phone and exclaimed, "You haven't seen your great-grandmother's photos. Whose child is she?"
Maeve asked curiously. Her hair was silver-white, her face wore a kind smile, and her eyes sparkled with puzzlement and surprise.
When it came to Elizabeth, Freya had no interest in talking about her. She sat elegantly on the sofa with a faint smile on her face, but her gaze seemed somewhat cold.
However, Russell couldn't be as casual as Freya.
He replied, "She's Jake's wife from the Sherman family, currently the chairman of the Sherman Group. But we don't know whose child she is - we haven't investigated that."
Maeve nodded slightly, her face showing a trace of contemplation. "The chairman of the Sherman Group, what a remarkable young woman."
Vivienne remarked, "What a coincidence. Could Elizabeth's family have some connection to the Stewart family?"
Vivienne's words sent Russell into deep thought.
Russell paused, then said slowly, "I'll have someone look into her family background."
Maeve nodded, "Look into her background - who knows, there might be some unexpected discoveries."
She was just saying this half-jokingly, but there was a hint of anticipation in it.
Russell had his suspicions, but he didn't voice them. Instead, he decided to send someone to investigate Elizabeth's background first.
The villa bought for Mabel had all the paperwork completed, and she could move in today.
Elizabeth made a special trip to see if there was anything else Mabel needed help with.
When Elizabeth arrived, she saw Mabel energetically directing the furniture placement.
Mabel no longer showed any signs of the dejection from a few days ago.
When Mabel saw Elizabeth walk into the villa, she immediately went up to greet her with a sweet smile. "Elizabeth, you're already so busy, you didn't need to make a special trip to see me."
Elizabeth raised an eyebrow. "Is there anything else you need to buy? We can go shopping together and grab something to eat."
"What about Mr. Robinson? Won't he be jealous?" Mabel said playfully.
Elizabeth chuckled softly, the corners of her lips curving up slightly. "Let him be jealous at home. Today is our time together."
At the mention of Timothy, a trace of affection and helplessness flashed in Elizabeth's eyes.
Mabel giggled, a hint of envy flashing in her eyes. "That's so nice. Elizabeth, the love between you and Mr. Robinson is really enviable."
As the two were chatting casually, the butler came in holding a bouquet of roses and said respectfully, "Ms. Simpson, there's a Mr. Carr outside who sent these flowers."
Mabel froze for a moment, a complex expression crossing her face. "Throw them away."
The butler replied, "Yes."
Seeing that the room was mostly organized, Mabel went out with Elizabeth.
Their first stop was the mall.
Elizabeth looked at Alfonso standing at the store entrance.
"What's really going on between you two?" She leaned close to Mabel and asked in a low voice.
Mabel was selecting bed sheets. She looked up toward the store entrance, saw Alfonso, and sneered. "We're not close."
She pursed her lips. "I've already made things clear with him, but he won't give up."
Alfonso's pitiful act wasn't going to work.
That incident was still stuck in her throat like a fishbone - uncomfortable.
Elizabeth smiled and didn't press further.
If they weren't close, then they weren't close.
Alfonso stood outside the store, his gaze locked on Mabel.
His tall figure and refined features carried a unique charm. Passersby would glance at Alfonso as they walked by.
His deep eyes now seemed particularly helpless.
When he saw Mabel come out, he immediately walked over, trying to speak again. "Mabel, I..."
Before he could finish, Mabel gave him a cold look.
Today she wore a simple yet elegant white dress, her long hair flowing over her shoulders, her innocent face showing a trace of stubbornness.
"Elizabeth, let's go." She spoke without any hesitation.
Alfonso pressed his lips together, a wave of helplessness surging in his heart.
Elizabeth was really angry - coaxing her probably wouldn't be easy.
He had always been confident, but now he seemed somewhat dejected.
Elizabeth glanced at Alfonso and took Mabel's hand. "Okay, let's go. Are you hungry? Should we get something to eat?"
The two walked past Alfonso and continued forward.
Alfonso stood in place, watching Mabel's retreating figure, his eyes full of helplessness.
He knew he had lost her trust.
After walking for a while, Elizabeth asked softly, "Mabel, are you okay?"
Mabel took a deep breath and forced a smile. "I'm fine, Elizabeth. I just want to avoid him for now."
Mabel's lowered lashes trembled slightly, revealing the gloom in her heart.
Those memories with Alfonso were like lingering dark clouds, occasionally hanging over her heart.
Elizabeth nodded. "I understand." To lift Mabel's gloomy mood, Elizabeth suggested, "Let's secretly go eat Mexican food today, okay?"
Elizabeth couldn't let Timothy know about eating Mexican food.
The afternoon sunlight streamed through the hospital window into the ward, adding a touch of warmth to the entire room.
Freya walked into the ward carrying chicken soup that the family chef had made.
"Godmother, you're so good to me."
Emma smiled as she took the chicken soup, her face showing a grateful smile.
She wore a hospital gown, her gentle complexion making her look even more delicate and touching.
Freya glanced at her, but her eyes were full of concern. "Drink the soup properly to nourish your body."
Emma blinked her slightly red eyes. She poured herself a bowl of chicken soup and took a sip with her head lowered. The warm broth made her feel a wave of warmth.
Freya sat on the sofa and suddenly thought of something. She asked, "Emma, do you know about Elizabeth's family background?"
Emma paused, looked up with a trace of confusion in her eyes, smiled, and said, "Godmother, I know quite a bit about her. After all, we're both from Silverlight City, and we've had some history."
When Emma mentioned their history, her voice was calm and frank.
Freya knew she was referring to matters related to the Robinson family.
Emma asked casually, "Godmother, why are you suddenly asking about Elizabeth?"
Emma lowered her eyes, but there was a trace of inquiry in them.
Freya said with a smile, "Actually, it's nothing special. It's just that she looks very similar to great-grandmother, so our whole family is curious about her family background."
A flash of surprise crossed Emma's eyes. "Is the resemblance really that strong?"
Emma's voice trembled slightly, clearly shocked by this information.
Freya nodded. "It should be very similar."