Chapter 217 Rattled
Emelie chuckled suddenly, "I don't like hard-boiled eggs. How about scrambled ones instead?"
William snorted in amusement. Samuel was momentarily taken aback. Then, he called out, "Emelie."
"I've already said I'm fine several times, Mr. Swanson. Why won't you believe me? It's like you're hoping something's wrong." Emelie paused to consider.
"Should I write you a guarantee just to promise you I'm okay?" She refused to say it, leaving Samuel at a loss.
Emelie insisted he go check on Melanie. Samuel hesitated for a few minutes, then sighed as he rose to leave.
"I'll bring you dinner tonight. Scrambled eggs, right? Got it."
"Thanks."
The moment Samuel stepped out of the room, his face hardened instantly. It was a stark contrast to his typically gentle demeanor.
William lounged against the headboard. There was a faint smile curving his lips. He seemed in good spirits as he regarded Emelie.
"Why not ask your beloved Mr. Swanson for help? Think he can't handle it? Or are you afrai

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