The True Heiress is the Reserved Fiancé's Exclusive Memory
Chapter 116: Self-Disarray (2)

Chapter 116: Chapter 116: Self-Disarray (2)

"Good day, Madam Ward." Mia Ginger’s smile deepened.

"Mia," Madam Ward gave her a closer look, appreciatively remarking to Lydia Williams, "It’s truly better to meet in person than just by reputation. A true lady is unmistakable. This young woman certainly outshines her sister, Madam Ginger is indeed blessed."

"Couldn’t agree more." Lydia Williams replied with a very polite smile.

Even though Madam Ward’s words clearly disparaged Zuri Ginger, it went unnoticed.

Madam Ward was a well-respected wife in the Ward family, renowned for her deep affection with her husband, creating a legend within their circle.

The Ward family was known for their scholarly heritage, fostering someone like Ayla Ward, an extraordinary socialite. Naturally, their choice of wife was no less significant. Madam Ward was known for her cautious and graceful demeanor, always leaving room in her conversations and actions.

This behavior—

Could it be that Koa Jackson said something to the Wards?

Lydia Williams, pondering this, managed to maintain a somewhat strained smile, remembering the purpose of today’s visit.

The Old Master personally instructed her to bring Marianne Jackson here specifically to apologize to Mia Ginger and seek forgiveness.

Asking her to apologize to a junior seemed like a joke.

Yet, at this moment, she couldn’t ignore it.

Madam Ward was Ayla’s sister-in-law, Koa Jackson’s aunt, and both she and Caiden Ward’s warm courtesy towards Mia was telling of Koa’s intentions.

Could he be thinking of marrying Mia Ginger?

Unthinkable!

Lydia Williams felt her mind was in turmoil.

Before she could regain her composure, she inadvertently saw Ivy Cox and Louis Cox approaching, and was even more startled.

The Myres family was known for their domineering ways, which the Old Master disapproved of. The Jackson family’s descendants were low-profile and reserved, usually discouraged from associating with the Myres, especially now, with tension in the Myres due to Ivy Cox’s situation.

Things could turn upside down at any moment.

Better to avoid unnecessary involvement.

Lydia Williams smiled at Mia Ginger and said, "Come sit with me over there. I have something to say to you."

"That’s not possible," Ivy Cox approached with a smile, "Louis said I should help Miss Ginger with palm reading, so she should sit with me first."

"..." Lydia Williams’s expression changed slightly, "Since when did Madam Myres learn to read palms?"

"I’ve always known how," Ivy Cox replied, pressing her lips into a smile, unafraid.

The Jackson family was the top aristocratic house in Cloud Capital. Over the years with the Old Master alive, their status was unassailable, so encountering a Jackson always warranted some deference.

But this lady, ha.

A stepmother is just a stepmother. It was said she was already pregnant before even entering the family.

There wasn’t even a wedding.

She always looked down on us in the Myres, but what about herself? Ultimately, wasn’t she just someone offering herself up?

"I have something to say to you."

In the tense moment between the two women, Louis Cox directly pulled Mia Ginger away by the wrist.

Ivy Cox shrugged at Lydia Williams with a smile, nodded slightly towards Madam Ward, and greeted her.

Madam Ward smiled in return.

The little girl holding Ivy’s hand suddenly looked up and said, "Mom, this uncle is so handsome, even more handsome than little uncle!"

"Ha!" Caiden Ward was momentarily stunned, then couldn’t help but laugh as he bent down to pinch her cheek, laughing, "Such a sweet talker. Are you... Maeve?"

"Yes, yes," Maeve Myres nodded fervently like a little chicken pecking rice, "Uncle can just call me Maeve. I just had cake and a lollipop."

Cake and lollipop?

Is that why she’s sweet-talking?

Caiden Ward was stunned for a moment, then laughed along with Madam Ward.

Ivy Cox raised her hand to pinch her daughter’s cheek, playfully scolding, "You little chatterbox."

The little girl stuck out her tongue, making a face.

Ivy Cox’s smile deepened suddenly as she bent down, carrying her away.