Chapter 309 Visiting Victor
As Sayer drove, he muttered, “Aella, Mr. Fulford’s son is way too clever for his age. You’d better be careful around him.”
Aella couldn’t help laughing. “He’s just a kid. Don’t blow things out of proportion.”
Clyde leaned over the back of Aella’s seat and asked, “Aella, why is that Townsend woman always picking on you?”
Aella pursed her lips and didn’t answer directly.
She turned to Sayer and Clyde and said, “That Winter guy isn’t someone you want to mess with. Stay away from him, both of you.”
Sayer and Clyde both nodded in perfect sync.
The next morning, as soon as Aella got to work, she went straight to Daniel.
She told him, “Daniel, Mr. Vic’s sleep has gotten a little better, but he’s got a long way to go before he’s fully recovered. He’s been off treatment for a while now.”
Daniel put down his files. “You’re Mr. Vic’s doctor. You can try reaching out to him again by phone. If he doesn’t want to come back for treatment, don’t push it. We have to respect his wishes.”
When Aella left Daniel’s office, she still felt uneasy.
She’d visited Webster Manor that day, and she was sure Victor had been hurt.
Aella always believed that if someone treated her right, she had to pay it back.
Back when she was divorcing Tyrone, Victor had really been there for her.
He’d even pressured Tyrone to help her secure the divorce, not caring that he’d angered both the McCarthys and the Winters.
Now, knowing Victor was in trouble, there was no way she could just sit back and do nothing.
That evening, Aella drove to Webster Manor alone after work.
She hadn’t let Victor know she was coming, so she parked outside the manor and started thinking up an
excuse.
Just then, a power company van pulled up in front of the manor.
Two middle–aged men got out, wearing faded uniforms and carrying clipboards. They walked straight
toward Aella.
Aella checked the time. It wasn’t even 7:00 p.m. yet.
She’d seen power company vans in the neighborhood before, so she didn’t think much of it.
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The two men stopped outside her car and asked, “Miss, are you the owner of this manor?”
Aella sat inside, sizing up the men through the window.
Thinking of Victor’s recent injury, she became extra cautious.
She kept her guard up, raised her window halfway, and said, “I’m just passing through, stopping to make a
call.”
The men exchanged a glance, then turned to leave.
Aella called out after them, “Are you looking for the owner for a reason?”

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