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CHAPTER 1250
Chapter 1250 Meeting Uncle Taylor
Following Jesslyn’s lead, Wynter walked down a beautifully decorated corridor. The ancient lamps hung on either side of the wall emitted a soft, dim glow.
It appeared the mansion had retained its original architectural elements.
As the sun began to set, the lights flickered on. Despite the dimming light being shadowed by the rose bushes, the house was far from gloomy while the roses‘ gentle fragrance filled the air.
The evening glow streamed through the window panes, casting a warm radiance across the floor and vintage carpet. Text © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.
The vintage carpet, with its intricate yet elegant design, perfectly complemented the surrounding decor. Such aesthetic designs showcased the owner’s refined tastes.
Reuben had studied in Frenda during unprecedented times, which was reflected in the renowned artistic creations that adorned the house.
Along the way, Jesslyn occasionally sized Wynter up. At first glance, she had dismissed Wynter as a country bumpkin, inwardly criticizing her casual attire and decision to bring a child along for work.
However, Wynter proved to be rather perceptive. She didn’t sneakily glance around nor show her amazement at the Whitman residence’s decor, leaving Jesslyn impressed.
After turning around the corner. Jesslyn brought out disposable slippers for Wynter and Wolf.
“Mr. Reuben is staying on the second floor. You may change your shoes here. After heading inside, please be mindful of your steps.”
Such rules sounded reminiscent of an ancient wealthy household. Though Wynter didn’t voice her objections, she realized something was amiss from Jesslyn’s expression and behavior.
Even without her fake identity, she had learned about the Whitman family from her days as a venture capitalist.
In the past, businessmen were known for their principles and integrity. Yet, such qualities seemed increasingly rare in the present era.
Wynter couldn’t help recalling Fiona’s attitude during her first appearance in Southdale.
She doubted that the maids working for the Whitman family–known for supporting SMEs through their business transformations would display such haughtiness and snobbery.
Though Jesslyn sounded polite, her eyes betrayed her arrogance. She showed little respect to Wynter and even less to Wolf.
550 Meeting Unde Taylor
‘Don’t touch anything inside. I’m still not used to having new doctors around. Dr. Harper is usually the one who handles treatment.*
“How should we address you, madam?” Wynter asked with a faint smile, subtly prying for information.
Noting her politeness, Jesslyn seemed to be more at ease. “Just call me Jesslyn. That reminds me, I didn’t catch your last name.”
“I go by Quinnell,” Wynter answered honestly. She had no intention of hiding her last name.
Jesslyn appeared stunned by the mention of that last name. Yet, Wynter feigned ignorance and asked, “What’s wrong, Jesslyn?”
Jesslyn quickly dismissed the question and walked away, murmuring about the choice of that last name.
She then pressed a door open, revealing a grand living room with a majestic chandelier hanging from the broad ceiling that soared three stories high.
The living room featured a dashing, vintage style that evoked the look of an old film. Under the lights, a man in a suit stood tall as he engaged in a phone conversation.
His well–maintained physique hinted at a regular workout routine. Though he appeared fairly young, he carried an air of maturity and authority. He embodied the image of a classic leader of a prestigious business family.
As Wynter stared at the man, she recognized him as Taylor, one of her uncles.
Unbeknownst to Wynter, Taylor was deeply engrossed in a phone conversation with Kenton regarding Reuben’s illness. He was determined not to miss any chance to save his father.
Taylor barely noticed the guests Jesslyn had brought in. At that moment, Jesslyn approached him and reported respectfully, “The doctors are here, Mr. Taylor.”