The butler glanced at Byran and then at Ms. Mendozaâs reaction.
He fretted that the visitor might be a friend of Ms. Mendoza, and not letting her in could tick off Ms.
Mendoza.
Although Balfour didnât say it outright, everyone in the house had more or less guessed Ms. Mendozaâs identity.
Pissing off Ms. Mendoza was no small matter.
However, the butler didnât see any hint on Ellinorâs face. Ms. Mendoza was just nonchalantly eating her lunch, seemingly uninterested in the visitor.
It seemed that the visitor hadnât won Ms. Mendozaâs favor, so he was free to handle it.
The butler nodded and turned to leave.
A few minutes later, the butler returned. âMs. Mendoza, Byran, Iâve conveyed your message to Ms.
Sophia, but she refuses to leave, claiming she has important things to tell Ms. Mendoza.â
Ellinor lifted her head and was about to give the butler instructions when Byran impatiently stood up.
âWhatâs so important? Let her tell me first! Iâll handle her myself!â
With that, Byran strode out the door.
After seeing Byran leave, Ellinor didnât say anything else to the butler and continued eating her lunch.
She really didnât want to see Sophia; it was better for Byran to handle it.
Byran arrived at the door to see Sophia standing outside their iron gate, holding a box that seemed to be a supplement.
Did she think heâd be nice to her just because she brought a gift?
Byran crossed his arms. âHey! What are you doing at my house?â
Sophia saw Byran come out and forced a smile, her voice a bit dull. âByran, youâre home! I heard Ellinor might be living at your place, so I came to visit.â
Byran was unimpressed.
âEllinor is indeed at our house! Sheâs doing great; she has everything she needs and doesnât need your concern!â
Sophia suddenly choked up. âIs it Ellinor who doesnât want to see me? I know she doesnât like me, but I wouldnât have come if I didnât have something important to tell her. Byran, I know youâre a good and righteous person. Can you help me open the door to see Ellinor?â Sophia started crying, leaving Byran a bit at a loss. He frowned. âHey! Speak up! Why are you crying? We have surveillance at my house, which can prove that I didnât mistreat you!â
Sophiaâs voice got huskier, and tears welled up in her eyes. âByran, please let me in to see Ellinor for a moment. I just need a few minutes. Iâll leave as soon as I say what I have to say.â
Noticing that Sophiaâs crying wasnât a pretense, Byran wavered a bit.
âWhat exactly do you want to tell her?â
âItâs a womanâs business, so I canât tell you.â
Byran frowned. After seeing her cry, he decided to let her in for a while. He planned to supervise her conversation with Ellinor the whole time, believing she wouldnât do anything rash.
So, Byran reached out to open the gate.
A fleeting look of triumph flashed in Sophiaâs eyes, and she hurriedly thanked him, waiting to go in.
But just then, a car horn suddenly sounded, interrupting Byranâs action of opening the door.