A Whirlwind Marriage with the Beautiful CEO

Chapter 1027

Emmanuel found himself thoroughly taken aback to hear this.

The truth was, given his precarious situation last night, he had no control over Snake Master’s life or death. If Snake Master wanted him dead, there was no need for him to help detoxify him. Snake Master could have even secretly killed him to regain his freedom.

So, Emmanuel never expected that Snake Master would make a move to save him. Could it be to repay the favor of saving his life previously?

If that’s the case, Snake Master, despite his terrifying appearance, possessed a depth of humanity that surpassed many.

Terence, on the other hand, was indifferent to these details. With the Heart of the Sun acquired safely, and Emmanuel’s life out of jeopardy, his mission for this trip was considered complete.

As he walked out of the ward with Alfred, a lively young girl approached him. “Old Mr. Quillen, are you going back to Yeringham?”

Terence affirmatively nodded. “Yes, Marilyn. We’re going back.”

“In that case, you must take me with you!” Marilyn exclaimed, seizing his hand in excitement.

“You outrageous child!” Alfred reprimanded her directly.

Terrence, however, gestured to Alfred not to be overly alarmed.

He actually had a particular fondness for this young girl, not just because she saved his life. If he had to put his sentiment into words, it might be akin to finding a familiar essence in her.

“Marilyn, it’s not that I don’t want to take you away, but considering your sister is gone, what will happen to your grandmother if you leave the town?”

“Well, Old Mr. Quillen, you can take her along, and I will look after her!” Marilyn asserted with unwavering confidence. Though her relationship with her grandmother was strained, she feared Terence would disagree with taking her if she didn’t say this.

“Then go back and talk to her. If she agrees, I have no problem with it.” Terence smiled kindly. It was no big deal for him to arrange accommodations for two people when they returned to Yeringham.

“Okay! I will certainly go back and persuade her. Old Mr. Quillen, please don’t leave before I give you the news!” Marilyn exclaimed, departing in an excited flurry.

Terence chuckled as he saw her demeanor, admiring her youthful enthusiasm and vitality.

“Grandma! Grandma!”

Half an hour later, Marilyn rushed into the house, excitedly saying, “Old Mr. Quillen said he will take us out of this town to experience a thrilling life in Yeringham! Let’s pack up quickly!”

Agatha Davis was still mourning with red eyes because of her eldest granddaughter’s passing. So, she felt very dissatisfied when she saw her youngest granddaughter’s cheerful appearance.

“Marilyn, what nonsense are you babbling about? Your sister just passed away. We’re not going anywhere!”

“Grandma, can’t you be more open-minded? Even if we go out, we can still mourn for my sister, right?”

“Shut up!” Agatha angrily hit Marilyn’s leg with her cane.

Marilyn winced in pain and stared at her grandmother, realizing communication with this relic of the past was futile.

“I’m not going anywhere! And you should also just stick to living a quiet life in this town,” Agatha said unyieldingly.

She was approaching eighty years old. How could she easily adapt to life outside? So, she just wanted to live and die in the same place where she was born, like a fallen leaf returning to its roots!

With her son, daughter-in-law, and now her eldest granddaughter gone, Marilyn was the only one to accompany her until the end. Of course, Agatha wouldn’t allow her to leave!

“Grandma, if you want to die in this miserable place, I can’t stop you! But don’t stop me from going out and searching for my destiny in life!” Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

“What destiny? The roots of our Mosley family are in Anchortown, and our destiny is right here! We have no money or connections outside. Where can we establish ourselves?”

“What do you mean no connections? Old Mr. Quillen will take care of us!”

“That old man has no blood relation to us. Why would he take care of us?”

“I don’t care! He promised it himself. If he insists on having a blood relation before he can take care of us, then I’ll marry him and become his young wife!” Marilyn, impassioned, continued packing her belongings in frustration and entered the room.

“Y-you shameless little b*tch! Do you want to marry an old man 60 years older than you? A-are you trying to provoke me? If you dare try to leave, I’ll make sure to break your leg!”