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Chapter 229 Remember the Small Things
At this moment. Nathael’s couce darkened as lie once again dialled Maggie’s number.
“Sorry, the number you dialled is not within the service area. Please try again later.”
Twenty minutes ago, Nolan’s call came through.
He only mentioned that Maggie went to meet Timmothy, but his men intercepted him at the door.
Timmothy is a madman. Nolan didn’t dare to rashly barge in, so he could only call Nathael instead.
At the thought of this, Nathael lowered his gaze, concealing the rage in his eyes,
At this moment, Maggie regained her composure, feeling strangely calm.
Yet, as she suddenly realised that no matter how she struggled, she couldn’t change the fate, a sense of absurdity and bitterness welled up within her.
“Even if Mr. Hudson can’t figure it out, there might be someone else who can. Remember when the doctor said I wouldn’t make it past eighteen? Well, look at me now, still going strong.” Timmothy consoled her.
Maggie looked up at him, meeting his clear and earnest gaze with her own.
Perhaps, it wasn’t quite accurate to refer to him as a youth.
She remembered Timmothy mentioning he was twenty–three but with his youthful countenance combined with that air of sickness and youthful vigour, people always tended to associate him with youth.
Thank you.” Maggie murmured softly.
Tve examined Ms. Adam’s pulse, and it seems you haven’t ingested any poisons in recent years. You can try taking some targeted medicine, supplemented with acupuncture, to see if we can extract some of the poisons,” Samuel spoke in a serious tone.
“If you trust me. I’ll need to take some of your blood. I can also help you with prescriptions and medicines. However, you should preferably consult with a hospital before making a decision,” he added.
“Thank you, Mr. Hudson.” Maggie Adam expressed her appreciation once again.
The original topic seemed to have become sombre due to this sudden turn of events.
Meeting Timmothy’s gaze, Maggie smiled gently and said, “Would you like to explore some more? I haven’t been upstairs yet, and I still need to take measurements to confirm some things.”
“Sure, I’ll accompany you, Timmothy agreed.
Maggie diverted her thoughts, forcing herself to focus solely on the villa.
“It’s raining outside, quite heavily, Timmothy remarked, pausing by the window and observing the weather.
As it wasn’t early and the sky was gloomy, there was a sense of duskiness despite the actual time of day.
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measurements.
“This area could be turned into a medical room or a tea room. We could have a built–in cabinet or drawers along this wall to store Mr. Hudson’s medicinal herbs or tea sets. The specifics can be decided by you and Mr. Hudson.” Timmothy suggested.
Maggie proposed, “Let’s make it into a medical room then. Mr. Hudson has been intertwined with herbs his whole life, so there should always be a place for these things.
“And this room over here can be a utility room, while the other two can be turned into servant quarters,” she added.
Timmothy’s gaze fell upon her notebook, a hint of surprise flickering in his eyes. With slender fingers, she sketched only a few strokes with a common black pencil, yet the layout of the entire villa emerged vividly on the papeт.
“This room could be turned into a gym. We can replace this window with a retractable floor–to– ceiling window, allowing it to open up to the outdoors, Maggie continued. This material belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.
“Sure.” Timmothy replied.
He withdrew his gaze from her notebook, and they ascended to the second floor together.
Since the second floor hadn’t been decorated yet, there were no handrails on the stairs, and the floor was left unfinished.
The stairs are a bit narrow. I suggest widening them a bit,” he suggested gently.
Upon reaching the second floor, Maggie first examined the layout before taking measurements and said, Three bedrooms, one music room, and one study room. Does that sound good?”
The second floor had a total of five rooms. She remembered Timmothy mentioning that he also enjoyed playing the piano.
Pausing for a moment, she seemed to recall something and turned to look at him, tentatively suggesting, “Or perhaps two bedrooms? And leave one room for your model collection?”
With a tone resembling that of coaxing a child, she patiently inquired.
It seemed that the words that had just determined her fate and death did not have much of an impact on her demeanour.
Timmothy seemed delighted and said with a smile, “Maggie, you still remember it.”
A bright smile spread across his face, tinged with a pallor of illness. Yet, his eyes sparkled with light, as if a simple remark was enough to bring him joy.
Somehow, it made her think of Nathael.
The villa also had a third floor, which was more flexible in its layout. Maggie planned to convert the third floor into two rooms and build a greenhouse.
She had always been fond of greenhouses, especially during those times when she couldn’t see. Feeling the sunlight enveloping her, inhaling the fragrance of flowers seemed to dispel the darkness around her, warming her cold heart with a hint of comfort.
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“I agree, Timmothy said.
After Maggie and Timmothy reached the third floor, they stepped out onto the terrace to take in the view
outside.
It was raining heavily, and there were quite a few weeds on the terrace that hadn’t been cleared. Maggie grabbed an umbrella and intended to go measure the dimensions of the terrace railing.
Just as
she was about to open the umbrella, Timmothy reached out to take it and said, “Let me do it.”
“I can manage on my own. Your health isn’t good, and getting caught in the rain might make you sick,” Maggie refused.
Timmothy didn’t return the umbrella to her. Instead, he looked at her with his beautiful eyes and smiled. saying. “You are worried about me.”
Maggie paused, feeling a strange sensation she couldn’t quite articulate.
Although his words were somewhat intimate, it didn’t seem entirely inappropriate.
Maggie felt that perhaps she was overthinking it, but she couldn’t help but recall the friend he had mentioned before.
“What are you thinking, Maggie?” Timmothy held the umbrella over her head, standing beside her.
It wasn’t until this moment that she realised the man in front of her, who had always been treated like her younger brother, was actually quite tall.
While he might be slightly shorter than Nathael, he still stood at a solid 185 centimetres.
As they drew closer, Maggie could smell the refreshing scent of lemon emanating from him, carrying a hint of sunshine, clean and comforting.
Although Timmothy shared the umbrella with her, he maintained an appropriate distance, never getting
too close
Yet, she could still sense the warmth emanating from him, along with a strength that was distinctly uncharacteristic of a woman.
It was at this moment that she suddenly realised that, despite his slender frame, he was not weak at all.
He was a man of similar age to her, not the vibrant and sun–kissed youth she had envisioned.
He was a man of similar age to her, not the vibrant and sun–kissed youth she had envisioned.
“Let’s go and measure, Maggie said, retracting her gaze and walking towards the edge of the terrace, memorising a few measurements,
“It’s done,” she said gently a few minutes later. Due to the need to bend and crouch while measuring, she had gotten quite wet from the rain.
Just as she was about to turn around and walk back, Maggie suddenly lost her footing as a loose board gave way beneath her. Below was a shallow pit, and she tumbled straight down.
“Ouch!”
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*Be careful!” In almost an instant, Timmothy grabbed her arm and lifted her up. preventing her from falling directly to the ground.
At the same time, the door of the villa opened, and the light from the streetlamp cast a fine curtain of rain. Nathael, holding a black umbrella, approached through the storm.
Perhaps hearing the commotion, he raised his gaze to the terrace, catching sight of Timmothy and Maggie under the same umbrella, with him supporting her.
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