Chapter 1652 - 1694: Rightful Young Lady

"Dad, no matter what, I just want you to take good care of yourself. In the future if... we really find Mom, even if she really hates you and resents you, please still take care of your health, okay? Do it for me, for Ivy, and for the baby in my belly." Mabel Quinn said.

"Okay, Dad understands." Edward Quinn sighed and lightly patted his daughter’s hand. "This old bag of bones of mine will hold on."

Mabel Quinn chatted with her father for quite a while before finally leaving the Hospital. Maybe, in a subtle way, she could let her mother know about her father’s guilt all these years, let her mother slowly forgive him bit by bit. Perhaps when the two of them meet in the future, things might take a turn for the better.

Besides, yesterday, when her mother wasn’t in a crazy spell, she actually still had some capacity for thought; she wasn’t completely lost in her own world and could still communicate with people.

That made Mabel feel as if she could see a sliver of hope again.

Kyle Kinston came to the Hospital to pick Mabel up and asked, "Where do you want to go? Going back first?"

"No, to the Landon Family estate. I want to see my mother." Mabel said.

"Alright." Kyle agreed, and drove toward the Landon residence.

When they arrived at the Landon residence, the servant A-Xiu who came to open the door, upon seeing Mabel and Kyle, no longer blocked them the way she had yesterday, but instead took the initiative to let the two of them into the house.

What happened yesterday had spread like wildfire; the servants in the Landon household all knew now that this Miss Quinn was actually Mrs. Landon’s real daughter, and that Isabella Yowell had stolen Miss Quinn’s badge, which was how Madam mistook her for her daughter.

This had already spread among the servants. For a while, quite a few servants were whispering that this fake young lady was really shameless—clearly knowing who the real one was, yet keeping it hidden all along. And look how it turned out: she was exposed in the end. If Madam’s mind weren’t impaired and she was still recognizing this daughter, that impostor should have been kicked out last night.

"Miss, Young Master, you’re here!" For this genuine Miss, A-Xiu directly gave her the respectful title of Miss and addressed Kyle as Young Master.

"Where’s my mom?" Mabel asked.

"Madam is over in the sunroom." A-Xiu said, then hesitated a moment. "But Miss Yowell is there too." Anyone could see that the one with the Yowell surname was clinging to Madam like she was her last lifeline.

"Take me over." Mabel said.

A?Xiu led the way in front, and the three of them arrived at the sunroom. Through the transparent glass of the little room, Mabel could see her mother and Grace Yowell sitting inside, with Grace busily pouring tea and handing water to Mrs. Landon.

When she saw Mabel and the others enter the sunroom, Grace’s expression changed, and she snapped at A?Xiu, "A?Xiu, when someone comes, how can you not even announce them!"

Mabel said coolly, "Since when do I need to report to an outsider when I come to my mother’s home?"

Grace’s face turned ugly at once, but at this moment she had no way to refute Mabel. She could only grit her teeth and say, "What are you here for?"

"What, do I have to give you a briefing?" Mabel shot back with a laugh. So this is how it was these days—someone takes over another’s nest and actually thinks it’s perfectly justified.

Grace could only say, "I’m just afraid you coming so suddenly will disturb Mother."

At the word "Mother," Mabel felt it unbearably harsh on her ears.

"Grace Yowell, what right do you have to call my mother ’Mother’?" Mabel said angrily. But her raised voice seemed to startle Mrs. Landon; Madam stood up and said, "Isabella, who is she?"