Chapter 40 - 40 The Waiting of the Ring Finger
Chapter 40: Chapter 40 The Waiting of the Ring Finger
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“What’s this song called?” Baron Stuart turned and looked at his sister sitting next to him.
He remembered that this woman’s phone ringtone also seemed to be this song.
At this moment, the ringtone of the cell phone stopped, but Bella Stuart also seemed to have some familiarity with this song, “The Waiting of the Ring Finger”.
The matter of the cell phone hadn’t occupied her thoughts for long, her curiosity was just that, after all, she didn’t have much interest in her brother’s calls!
“Brother, how do you do this problem?” Bella Stuart was 18 years old this year, still in her third year of high school. Whenever she felt stuffy in her room, she would run out and ask Baron Stuart about some problems she didn’t understand well.
Baron Stuart took the book and pen she handed over and casually glanced at them, then easily explained the solutions.
“Alas, my brother is so smart and handsome, but he’s going to marry that arrogant Camila Walker, I can’t stand it!” Bella Stuart pouted discontentedly.
“Bella, don’t talk like that, it’s your grandfather’s arrangement!” At this moment, Vivian Ferguson came over. She was a more serene woman. Being born into a wealthy family, she also felt that the marriage between the Stuart and Walker families was a match in pretty much all aspects, and there was nothing bad about it.
“And besides, I think Camila is quite good, beautiful too. She and your brother are quite a suitable pair.”
Upon hearing this, Bella Stuart immediately became unhappy and began to voice her own opinion, “Mother! That’s all an act, you must know, Camila Walker’s arrogance is famous, anyway, I don’t like her!”
Even though Camila behaved quite appropriately at the banquet that day, it was still obvious to everyone that she had a sense of arrogance on her face, and it seemed to be ingrained in her. No matter how much she pretended, she couldn’t fool Bella’s discerning eyes!
But that was not what Vivian Ferguson thought. She felt that for girls from wealthy families like them, having a bit of a young lady’s temper was only natural. Moreover, Camila was the only child of the Walker family, and it was inevitable that she would be doted upon. This chapter was originally shared via NOvel--Bi(j)n.
“What’s wrong with a bit of arrogance? Look at yourself, always having the temper of a young lady, always acting like you can’t be scolded or hit.” Whenever Vivian Ferguson thought of her own daughter, she was also filled with headaches.
“Mother! Camila Walker hasn’t even married into our family yet, but why do I feel like you are already favoring her? I’m the one who’s your real daughter, aren’t I!?” Bella Stuart complained discontentedly!
[In the end.. only me.. is left alone.. at this crossroad.. the waiting of the left-hand ring finger..]
The phone rang again, and Vivian Ferguson looked over at the sound. Only then did she realize that the ordinary cell phone seemed not to belong to her son.
“Baron Stuart, that cell phone doesn’t seem to be yours, right?”
“Mm.” Baron Stuart answered lightly, once again picked up the cell phone and looked at the caller ID. It was still a call from the ‘hospital’.
He forgot to return the cell phone to that woman when he left the hotel in the morning and didn’t expect her work to be really busy.
“It seems she thought about it all day, is there some urgent matter?” Since the phone was not her son’s, then it was possible that it belonged to his friend, or maybe there was some urgent matter.
As soon as Vivian Ferguson finished speaking, Baron Stuart remembered that that woman seemed to have a little brother in the hospital.
“Hello?”
A deep and husky male voice came over the phone. Dr. Fraser was taken aback, thinking he had dialed the wrong number, and unconsciously looked at the number he had dialed again.
After making sure he hadn’t made a mistake, Dr. Fraser asked, “Excuse me, is Lady Emily Walker there?”
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