Claiming My Possessive CEO Husband-Chapter 144 - : 144: The Unique Taste of the Gift

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“My grandmother’s health has been poor lately, and you’ve all been so busy with work. I don’t know when we’ll meet again. I don’t know when the jade carving will be done either. How about this, let me give you a different gift instead.”

Xaviera Evans was about to say there was no need when Madam Mamet took out a dark object from her side and stuffed it into her hand without allowing any room for refusal. “Just take this as a gift. Don’t be too picky.” Xaviera stared at the item in her hand, silent for three seconds. ‘ Was this gift a bit too heavy?

She was speechless for a moment, and if the time and place were not appropriate, she would really like to grab Caleb Mamet’s collar and ask: Does everyone in the Mamet family give pistols as gifts?!

Caleb’s first gift to her was a beautiful silver pistol, and now Madam Mamet had given her a black one… Indeed, they were family, with very unique tastes.

“Alright, you have received the gift, so it’s time to go,” Madam Mamet suddenly urged them to leave.

Caleb’s lips were tight, his voice hoarse, “Grandmother, I want to stay with you a bit longer.”

Madam Mamet smiled and refused, “It’s enough to see you once. I’m tired and need to rest now.”

Upon hearing the conversation inside, a servant rushed over, “Mr. Mamet, it’s time for the family head to sleep as she wakes up less and less each day.”

Xaviera frowned instinctively, what did it mean that her waking moments were fewer and fewer?

Caleb, with a cold face, led Xaviera out. It was clear that he was not in a good mood, and Xaviera didn’t dare to poke at it. After the servant helped Madam Mamet to sleep, she hurriedly caught up with Xaviera to explain, “Madam, please don’t take offense. She’s sick and can only see people for a short while each day.”

Of course, Xaviera wouldn’t take offense. The less time she spent with Madam Mamet, the smaller the risk of exposing the fact that her marriage with Caleb was a sham. She glanced at the door, and although her next question might not be very polite, she asked out of professional habit, “How long has the grandmother been like this?”

The servant was stunned, seemingly not expecting Xaviera to ask about that, but answered, “Over thirty years.”

Xaviera nodded, as that explained it. From what she observed, Madam Mamet was very fond of Caleb, and with her status in the Mamet family, she would never have allowed Caleb to be abused by his mother. It seemed that Madam Mamet was willing but unable to help, and her long periods of unconsciousness left her with no energy to care for Caleb.

“You don’t need to worry, Madam. The family head has endured for so long, and now that she sees you and Mr. Mamet living a happy life, the weight on her heart has been lifted. When people feel better, their illnesses can improve as well. I heard that Mr. Mamet has been searching for the miracle doctor, Saint Hand, for years. If they find Saint Hand, maybe Madam Mamet’s illness can be cured… But I also heard that Saint Hand disappeared years ago, and some say he’s already dead… Sigh.”

Xaviera’s head shot up, Saint Hand?!

If it’s the person she was thinking of, she might be able to help!

On the way back, Xaviera kept thinking about it. However, it had also been a long time since she last communicated with the old man. Two years ago, he sent her to Libanan, and since then, there had been no news.

Xaviera looked down at the gun in her arms. She didn’t consider herself a

warm-hearted person, and she had seen her fair share of life and death over the years. Some emotional fluctuations had gradually faded. So why did she want to find the old man to save Madam Mamet’s life as soon as she met her?

Was it…because of Caleb?

She remembered the way Caleb looked when he reluctantly left, and her heart tightened. She didn’t want to see this man frown for some inexplicable reason. She chalked it up to immersing herself too deeply into her character. In order to play a loving husband and wife, a normal wife must be worried when her husband is upset, right?

But she knew all this was a pretense, and there was no need to take it seriously or to search for the old man to treat Madam Mamet in the name of their staged relationship.

Xaviera kept finding excuses for herself but suddenly heard someone talking outside the door, seemingly discussing Yvette Flack.

“Miss Flack and Mr. Mamet were childhood friends. I always thought Miss Flack would definitely become the mistress of our Mamet family.”

“Ah, but now there’s a new person on top. If it weren’t for the current Mrs. Mamet, Mr. Mamet would definitely have been moved by Miss Flack. Which man can resist a woman who loves him so wholeheartedly?”

Hearing this, Xaviera felt inexplicably uncomfortable. f(r)eewebn(o)vel.com

Yvette Flack’s room.

Mrs. Mamet’s face was gloomy. Although Yvette was not her child, she had watched her grow up.. Now, seeing Yvette humiliated by Xaviera, how could she bear it?

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