Chapter 1051

Chapter 1051:

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However, his appreciation for these small tokens had not diminished his scrutiny of Jimena. In fact, as someone raised by Davey, fulfilling one's duties was almost a religious conviction. However, unbeknownst to him, his attitude towards Jimena had softened considerably.

When emotions came into play, mistakes were inevitable, like now, when the butler should have refrained from speaking.

The butler felt the urge to slap himself. Bowing his head respectfully, he declared, "Mr. Glyn, I will take care of it immediately." "Dr. Hinks' record will be expunged along with her termination."

Davey looked away, a slight smile on his lips. “I almost thought I would need to find a replacement for a butler too.”

Although his tone hinted at a joke, the butler understood the seriousness behind it. The word “replace” hinted at a brush with danger.

Grateful for quickly regaining his composure, he had saved his own life.

Every fiber of the butler's being shook with lingering fear.

Davey turned and ordered, “Make sure you handle it right this time.”

"Yes, Mr. Glyn!" replied the butler, in a firm and determined voice.

Only after Davey was out of sight did the butler's tense muscles finally relax, beads of sweat dripping dramatically from his forehead to the floor. He had been completely terrified, as if he had walked through the very gates of hell and emerged intact.

Davey's implications were unmistakable. Jimena had made a mistake. A serious mistake, of course.

The butler sighed, a pang of compassion flickering briefly for Jimena, a pang he presumed notable, though it remained mere sympathy.

I feared the sleepless nights ahead.

Contemplating the last remnants of scented candles that remained in his rooms, he decided to preserve it and seek professional advice on its composition, with the aim of recreating it.

Davey walked into Casey's room and found her sitting on the bed, staring out the window, lost in contemplation.

Outside, the begonias were in full bloom, their vibrant shades of orange, peach, pink and white creating a stunning spectacle.

Keeping those flowers in the basement was a challenge, but Davey was aware of Casey's affinity for vibrant flowers. Among the flowers he grew, begonias bloomed the longest, almost all year round, with a peak during the winter months.

However, the begonias were delicate. They demanded precise conditions of light and soil humidity. Keeping them underground required meticulous control of diffuse light and ventilation.

Davey had invested considerable effort and hired specialists to ensure the prosperity of these flowers. Even during transfers, he took great care to preserve and care for these plants, ensuring that they continued to flourish.

He thought of the devastation of those ruined cellars, of the delicate begonias in them, plants so demanding and yet so susceptible to ruin. Just like Casey. A fragile and refined woman, vulnerable to devastation with a simple movement of her hand.

But he harbored no desire for such a result. Having invested so much in her, he wasn't about to watch her waste it all.

“What are you looking at?” Davey's sudden voice broke the silence.

Startled by his abrupt presence, Casey shivered slightly.

Approaching the window where he stood, Davey turned to look at the begonias outside before softly commenting, "Beautiful."

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