Chapter 1113: Chapter 1113

Chapter 1113

Comelia immediately snapped back, “How could you! I ain’t no low life! The Duran’s dough ain’t mine, why would I be after it?”

Marcus understood that Comelia didn’t mean it that way. “That’s good.”

Comelia said angnly. “Others may not trust me, but you can’t.”

Marcus replied, “I ain’t distrusting you, I’m just giving you advice. You don’t want the Duran’s money, nor do you want any benefits from Grandpa Duran, so what’s there to worry about? Comelia, you don’t need to worry about what others say. You’re helping Old Duran fulfill a wish, not using him.”

Heaning Marcus’s words, Comelia had an epiphany. “You do make quite some sense.”

Marcus chuckled, “Silly girl.”

Comelia asked, “Then why didn’t you tell me this earlier? I’ve been anxious for hours.”

Marcus replied. “I thought you’d figure it out.”

Knowing his condition, Marcus no longer involved himself in many things related to Cornelia. He didn’t know how long he could maintain his health, and he needed to make Comelia gradually adapt to a life without him, so that even if he left one day, she could live comfortably. Of course, not only did he want her to live comfortably, but he also needed to eliminate all dangers around her and find her a solid rock to lean on.

Just as he was looking for her support, he happened to meet Old Mr. Abner from the Capital with Old Duran who came to Riverton to find him.

After meeting a few days ago, he could tell that Grandpa Duran liked Cornelia very much. Augustine was always rational and wouldn’t see someone as his granddaughter just because he met them. It was Marcus who whispered some words to Augustine, which made him have such an idea.

Marcus understood that while he was still there, people like Brennen and Zavier couldn’t do anything to Cornelia. If he didn’t solve Brennen’s power before his condition worsened, once he left, they would certainly not let Cornelia go. Cornelia wouldn’t be their match. So he needed to find a strong support for her. And this support was Augustine.

Cornelia asked, “Are you saying I’m dumb?”

Marcus laughed, about to speak, when the car drove into a big yard. After the car stopped, everyone got off in turn.

The Duran’s butler hurried forward to greet them, “Sir, everything is ready as per your instructions, just waiting for you to bring Ms. Stewart back.”

Even though he had never seen Cornelia, the butler recognized her at a glance among the three young and beautiful women, “Sir, if I’m not mistaken, the last one must be Ms. Cornelia.”

Grandpa Duran looked back, “Nelly, why are you trailing behind? Come here, let the butler get to know you.”

Cornelia, who had a bit of social anxiety, thought that walking at the end would make her unnoticed, but she was still called to the front.

The butler was old and looked very kind. Comelia immediately greeted him, “Hello, sir.”

“Nelly, hello.” The butler looked at Cornelia for a while, then looked up at Grandpa Duran, “Sir, I think Nelly looks a bit like you, am I wrong?”

Grandpa Duran answered, “Do you really think we look alike?”