Chapter: 1044

Hank had assured Iker that he would kill Norah during her stay in Silverdale. Half the time had already elapsed, yet there was no progress.

In his eyes, Derek and Coen proved to be completely useless. They did nothing but demand more money from him.

He needed to assign them some tasks.

Hadley, who had been listening in, let out a sigh of relief. It seemed like Norah hadn't been harmed. That was a relief to her.

She sincerely prayed that Norah would stay healthy and safe.

Hank mumbled to himself in the room for over thirty minutes before he opened the door and let Hadley in.

At home, Yolande's patience had worn thin after enduring Dolores ' for presence days.

Her irritation bubbled over until, that night, she dragged Marlin to Manley.

Narlin's brows knit together, barely masking his impatience.

“Yolande, what's this about?" Manley, equally curious, raised an eyebrow.

Yolande's demeanor was unusually grave. "Dad, where's Mom? I haven't seen her in months. How's she doing?"

A flicker of concern crossed Marlin's face as well. "Dad, I'm still searching for the Supernatural Doctor. There's got to be a chance for Mom to get better."

Manley waved his hand dismissively, his tone tinged with discomfort.

"You know your mom's condition. It's a slow struggle. But rest assured, the medical staff will take good care of her. Now, Yolande, what's on your mind?"

Adela Acosta, the servant, appeared with three cups of tea. She set them down and then stood behind Manley, her head bowed.

Yolande eyed her curiously. “Dad, when did she start working here? I don't remember seeing her before."

Adela responded respectfully, "Miss Boyd, I've been here for five years, always tending to Mrs. Boyd's health."

Manley interjected with a touch of reproach, "Yolande, you only visit your mom occasionally. How can you keep track of the servants around her?"

His comment made Yolande lower her head in embarrassment, feeling a pang of guilt for her infrequent visits.

“Well, what I need to discuss is more important. Could you give us some privacy?"

Adela glanced at Manley for approval. After he nodded, she bowed and left the room.

Watching this exchange, Marlin sensed something was off.

Yolande stood, her resolve hardening. "Marlin, why must you stay with Dolores? What's the real reason?"

Marlin's voice turned cold. “I've told you before, Yolande, stay out of my affairs!"