"Madam, people back home always say that when a son gets married, he forgets his mother. It turns out to be true."
The servant was attending to Madeline Carter, wiping her hands with a towel at her side.
She muttered to herself as she wiped.
Madeline Carter lay in bed, listening to the servant's words, and tears streamed down her face.
Christopher Robinson stood by the floor-to-ceiling window in Orchard Garden, calling for Sadie, "Why didn't Ivy Harrison come with us this time?"
"Ivy has been ill with the flu recently and is recuperating."
Christopher's face turned cold, "Find out who is attending to Madeline Carter, and if their mouth isn't clean, deal with them directly."
Sadie was startled.
She nodded tremblingly.
For a moment, she couldn't quite tell if Christopher was trying to find an opportunity for Madeline Carter, or if there really was someone with a loose tongue next to her.
At seven o'clock in the evening.