Ellie’s morning sickness had improved, but now she felt sleepier. She yawned twice in a row.

After that, Kaiden said goodbye to everyone and left with Ellie. Seeing this, Katharine and Daniel stayed behind, chatting with the guests to show support for Ellie.

“Daniel, there’s something I’ve been wondering about,” a young man who had drunk a lot asked Daniel. “If Ellie is your sister, what about Carole?”

The atmosphere grew quiet and tense. Daniel smiled when he heard the question and asked, “Why are you bringing up Carole now?”

“I saw her at a banquet yesterday. She represented the Thorpe family.”

Carole had been taken back by Jorge and now acted on behalf of the Thorpe family. She had a crush on Kaiden. Recently, Kaiden had been visiting the Thorpe house more often… Connecting these events made things interesting.

“You should ask the Thorpe family about that,” Katharine said, walking over. Her voice turned colder as she spoke slowly and firmly. “Not everyone can compare to our Ellie. Besides… the Thorpe family has many descendants. Kaiden isn’t their only one, is he?”

“Yes!” The drunken man, suddenly sobered, nodded quickly.

The guests around him also snapped back to reality. They had speculated that if Jorge favored Carole, Ellie’s position might be threatened. In wealthy families, it wasn’t uncommon for a lady with pedigree to be overshadowed by a mistress.

But now, Katharine’s words carried an undertone of threat, as if saying, “Don’t spread rumors and make wild guesses here. Do you think the Lambert family is easy to mess with? Even if Jorge favors Carole, it would only be for another Thorpe descendant!”

After the party, Katharine and Daniel shared the news with Glenn.

Glenn snorted. “Does Jorge want to find a mistress for Kaiden? If Kaiden tries that, I’ll castrate him!”

This was why Katharine and Daniel didn’t bring Glenn with them to such parties; his fiery temper could ruin the event.

Katharine frowned. “Glenn, don’t act rashly. Ellie and Kaiden are getting along well now.”

Glenn instructed, “Daniel, stay in Critport and find out what Carole is planning.”

“Alright,” Daniel agreed.

Meanwhile, Levy, reeking of alcohol, stumbled toward his apartment.

When he reached the apartment complex, he paused. He hadn’t returned to this apartment in a long time. It was too close to Flossie’s residence. Even if they had never bumped into each other outside, Levy couldn’t avoid seeing her on the balcony when he was on his own.

Levy himself didn’t quite grasp why he had started avoiding Flossie.

Turning around, he hailed a taxi to a different location.

The next morning, he was awakened by a call from his assistant, summoning him to a summit.

The summit focused on cutting-edge technology. As a prominent venture capitalist in recent years, Levy often attended such events. Seated in the front row, he was handed a speech guide by the staff with due respect.

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