Chapter 1653 - 1695: Not That Important

"She is..."

Grace Yowell’s voice had just begun when Kyle Kinston interrupted her.

"We are friends of Mr. May, and we also had some dealings with the late Old Master Landon. We attended his funeral before; doesn’t madam remember?" Kyle Kinston said.

Madam Landon’s eyes flashed with confusion, "I... I don’t remember."

"My wife felt an instant connection with madam, thinking madam resembles her missing mother, so she wanted to visit madam when she has time, to chat more with madam. I hope madam doesn’t mind," Kyle Kinston found a relatively "gentle" excuse to get close to Madam Landon for Mabel Quinn.

Madam Landon’s face showed a hint of pity, "Really? Your wife is also unfortunate. Of course, I don’t mind. I’m usually quite lonely, and having someone to chat with is good. But... I have some illness, often forgetting what I said and some things, so chatting with me may not be so pleasant."

"Not at all, I really enjoy speaking with you, madam," Mabel Quinn quickly said, knowing full well her mother was right before her eyes, yet unable to recognize her now made her heart ache.

Grace Yowell naturally did not want Mabel Quinn to frequently come to the Landon family and chat with Madam Landon. She immediately said, "Mom, you aren’t feeling well, didn’t the doctor advise more rest?"

Suddenly, Kyle Kinston smiled and stepped forward, saying to Grace Yowell, "Oh, right, there are some matters I want to consult with Miss Yowell. Why don’t we go outside to talk?"

Grace Yowell couldn’t help but tremble; although the other party was smiling, his eyes were icy cold. Just as she was about to refuse, Kyle Kinston again said, "Some people, if they can’t see the situation clearly and still think they can stir up trouble, assuming they’re under a shield of protection, little do they know, uprooting them is quite easy."

Grace Yowell jolted. Uproot? Was it referring to uprooting her, or the entire Landon family? It seems to Kyle Kinston, neither would be difficult.

Thus, Grace Yowell followed Kyle Kinston out of the conservatory with a pale face.

The two reached an empty spot behind the conservatory, and Grace Yowell couldn’t help but speak, "Mr. Kinston, what do you mean by that? Do you intend to threaten me? If something truly happens to me, surely Madam Landon would be very sad and hurt, wouldn’t she? Do you plan on ignoring Madam Landon’s feelings completely? If I truly had an accident, she might just go completely mad!"

Grace Yowell said this to remind Kyle Kinston of her importance, deeply fearing he would disapprove and indeed have her "uprooted."

But who knew, after she said that, Kyle Kinston sneered, "Grace Yowell, do you really think you’re that important? By the way, is that face of yours also transformed?"

Grace Yowell froze, "What... What do you mean by this?"

"Nowadays, cosmetic surgery is very advanced. Suppose I find someone with a similar height and weight to you and change their face to look exactly like yours now, do you think Madam Landon would notice?" Kyle Kinston retorted, his disdainful gaze like that towards a jumping buffoon.

Grace Yowell’s hands and feet went cold at once; Kyle Kinston’s words were clearly telling her she was not as irreplaceable as she imagined.