Chapter 58
Chapter 58:
Brinley went straight to the kitchen the moment she returned to the villa, determined to check on how the staff were doing.
The chef was busy at the stove while the servants moved briskly around him, each step efficient and orderly.
The chaos she had once stirred up there had vanished without a trace.
“Please don’t worry, Mrs. Moore,” the chef assured her, turning with a respectful nod. “Every dish I prepare for Mr. Moore will be soft, balanced, and easy to digest, just as the doctor recommended p>
The promise eased her heart, and she gave a satisfied nod.
Just as she turned to leave, she nearly collided with Austin, who was leaning casually in the doorway.
“Watch your step next time,” he murmured, steadying her with one hand. His fingers brushed her arm—warm and gentle.
“All right, I know.” Brinley pulled back at once, a faint frown tugging at her lips. “Why are you here? Shouldn’t you be resting p>
Austin replied quietly, unhurried. “I was waiting for you.” He eased into a smile, though his complexion remained pale. “The doctor said light walks will help me recover. How about joining me for a stroll in the garden p>
Seeing the exhaustion written across his face, Brinley couldn’t bring herself to refuse.
They walked slowly along the garden path, shoulder to shoulder, while sunlight streamed through the branches above and scattered mottled shadows across the ground.
ѕha𝗿е у𝗼u𝘳 𝗳𝗮v𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘵е𝘴 𝗳𝗋o𝗆.с𝗈m
The air held the freshness of grass and blooming flowers, faintly tinged with the sterile scent of antiseptic that still clung to Austin.
“Austin,” Brinley murmured, nudging a loose pebble with her shoe. “Don’t you think there are people waiting to exploit your sickness and cause trouble at Moore Group p>
The memory of him saying that more than half the Moore family wanted to see him fall made her nerves tighten.
“Don’t let it weigh on you,” Austin answered evenly, his tone calm as stone.
“Miguel will take care of it p>
Brinley gave a small nod and let the matter drop.
She knew there was little she could do, so all she could offer was a quiet prayer for his swift recovery.
Several days later, on a warm afternoon, she sat in the living room poring over a stack of real estate project files when Miguel appeared. His tone was formal as he reported, “Mr. Moore, Mrs. Moore, someone from the Moore family has arrived, inviting you both to return to the Moore Estate for dinner p>
Brinley lifted her gaze from the papers.
The Moore family had finally reached out.
Austin set aside the document in his hand and said evenly, “Tell them we’ll visit over the weekend p>
“Understood.” Miguel bowed slightly before leaving the room.
Once they were alone, Brinley turned to Austin, concern edging her voice. “You’re really planning to go back? But you’re still recovering p>
Austin’s reply was calm and steady. “I’ll be fine. It’s time you met my father and the rest of the family p>
Brinley hesitated, her brows knitting before she finally murmured, “Can I skip it p>