Waylon was at a loss for words, his frustration growing. Lilah's defiance had effectively blocked his plans to introduce her to the client, a commitment he had already made.

Meanwhile, Matthew and Helga couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. Seeing Waylon in such a hot situation was rare. This shift in dynamics, with Lilah potentially marrying Gerard, could change their fortunes.

Seizing the moment, Matthew spoke up confidently. “Uncle Waylon, it's clear Lilah and Gerard are close. It's best not to interfere."

Waylon, rendered speechless again, seethed with anger at Matthew's audacity. Yet, he felt helpless against Gerard's influence.

After lunch, Lilah, Matthew, and Helga made their farewells.

In the car, Matthew's demeanor toward Lilah softened. He inquired about her well-being and whether she would consider returning home.

Lilah cut to the chase. “Alright, what did the first page of my grandfather's letter say?"

“He wanted you to be happy, healthy, and live well," Matthew responded.

Lilah's gaze hardened. "Do I look like a fool?"

Matthew, taken aback by her assertiveness, insisted, "I'm telling the truth, Lilah. What else would your grandfather have written? He always wanted your happiness."

He sighed, seeming sincere. Yet, Lilah remained unconvinced.

Matthew, sensing her displeasure, tried to persuade her to return home. "Lilah, we're family. Being with us will give you strength when you marry Gerard."

His motives were clear; he hoped to gain favor with Gerard by having Lilah at home.

"Okay."

Lilah's response was brief, catching Matthew off guard. He had prepared a lengthy speech, expecting resistance, but her direct agreement left him elated. He believed her soft heart prevented her from severing ties with the family. "Your room's been cleaned. It's ready for you when you return," he said.

“Thank you," Lilah replied simply.

“Don't mention it, Lilah.”

The afternoon of the New Year's Day unfolded leisurely.

Helga left to play cards. Matthew had initially planned to stay with Lilah, but upon her insistence that she needed rest, he decided to join his friends for fishing.

Lilah, alone in her bedroom, lay on the bed, her eyes casually scanning the room.

Something caught the light, drawing her attention. Narrowing her eyes, she got out of bed, moving a book on the desk as if by chance. Then, she quietly drew the curtains, plunging the room into darkness.

Initially planning to exit through the door, Lilah paused to check the peephole. To her surprise, she saw a servant standing outside, holding a tray.

Expecting a knock, she watched as the servant remained motionless, like a statue.

Her eyes narrowed in suspicion.