Chapter 164
Just as Mrs. Wilson had said, the surname Nelson was rare in Skyrim. Over a decade ago, the Nelson family was once renowned here, but after the Nelson Group went bankrupt, their descendants seemed to have vanished without a trace.
Anyone able to marry into the Quigley family had to come from an impressive background themselves, so Lindsay’s own family must be anything but ordinary. Lindsay smiled and nodded. “I’m not really from Skyrim. I grew up in Haven.”
She wasn’t lying. Her parents were originally from Haven-they’d only moved to Skyrim later to start their business.
Mr. Wilson listened quietly, offering no comment. In Haven, there were no prominent companies led by anyone named Lindsay, which could only mean her family was fairly average.
But how could a regular girl like her have crossed paths with someone as untouchable as Mr. Quigley? He’d never believed in fairy tales-Cinderella only gets to meet the prince if she already has the right background.
“That makes sense. There are plenty of Nelsons in Haven,” Mrs. Wilson said, her curiosity shifting to Lindsay and Yves’ relationship. “So, how did you meet Mr. Quigley? He always seems so aloof—wasn’t it tough to win him over?”
“It wasn’t so hard, actually,” Lindsay replied with a laugh. “Yves only seems cold on the surface. He’s much easier to get along with than people think.”
Mrs. Wilson shot Yves a sidelong glance. Since they’d arrived, he’d barely spoken
five sentences. Easy to get along with? She didn’t buy it for a second.
“Well, I guess you really can’t judge a book by its cover,” Mrs. Wilson said vaguely, not knowing what else to add.
Lindsay just smiled in response, saying nothing more.
It was clear from Mrs. Wilson’s probing that she and her husband were curious about Lindsay’s background. Maybe they felt awkward asking outright with Yves sitting there. Perhaps they even remembered the Nelson Group’s bankruptcy all those years ago. Lindsay had finally found a lead after all this time in Bloom, and she was certain it wouldn’t be long before she uncovered the real reason behind the Nelson Group’s downfall.
By the third round of drinks, Mrs. Wilson was a little tipsy and, as always, started to get talkative.
Worried that his wife might say something embarrassing, Mr. Wilson quickly found an excuse to say their goodbyes to Yves and Lindsay, then gently took his wife’s arm and led her out.
Yves called for the waiter to settle the bill. Lindsay had had quite a bit to drink herself-her cheeks were rosy and she walked with a bit of walke sway, almost as if
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Yves wanted to help her, but trapped in his wheelchair, he simply couldn’t. In that
moment, he hated his own helplessness more than ever.
“Why are you just sitting there?” Lindsay glanced back at him, arching an eyebrow.
“I’m pretty useless, aren’t I?” Yves said, his voice rough with emotion. “When you need me, I can’t even help with something so simple.”
He expected Lindsay to reassure him, but instead she said, “You’re
right, I do wish you could be by my side when I need you. Like now, whenm a little tipsy and could use a steady arm – yet you can’t even manage that. It’s disappointing, and honestly, I envy other people sometimes.”
She said it on purpose, hoping to shake him out of his self-pity and push him to stand up again. She’d asked Wendy about his condition, and her answer matched what Dr. Young had said.
There was nothing wrong with his legs at all—his inability to walk was purely psychological.
“Yves, you’re strong and talented. I know you won’t let something like this defeat you.”
A little tough love, followed by a word of encouragement that was Lindsay’s way.