CHAPTER 618: CHAPTER 618: LET ME HELP YOU REST

In the afternoon, snow fell in Riversend.

Evelyn Clayton stood on the balcony of the villa’s second floor, expressionless, watching the snowflakes fall from the sky, her heart seemingly freezing along with them.

It had been many years since Riversend had such snowfall.

Her mind was in turmoil as she glanced downstairs, noticing two black cars had entered the garden.

Evelyn Clayton’s eyebrows twitched slightly.

Since James Grant had locked her up here and left, was he coming back now?

Evelyn barely lowered her gaze, watching a few people get out of the two black cars, both men and women, seemingly all middle-aged.

Finally, from the front passenger seat, Quentin Hale stepped out.

Quentin Hale let those people enter the gate first, then casually looked up, just in time to see Evelyn Clayton on the balcony of the second floor.

Evelyn Clayton looked back at him expressionlessly.

Quentin Hale seemed hesitant to meet her gaze, nodding slightly, then quickly withdrawing his eyes.

Soon, footsteps could be heard coming up the stairs.

"Miss Clayton..."

Quentin Hale’s voice rang out, cautious.

Evelyn Clayton turned around, her expression indifferent as she looked at him, and the few people behind him—those who had just been brought over.

Quentin Hale inexplicably avoided direct eye contact with Evelyn, only feeling that her gaze, though indifferent, seemed to burn.

He lowered his eyes respectfully, saying, "Miss Clayton, these people were selected carefully by Director Grant to take care of you. If you need anything, just instruct them."

Evelyn swept her eyes over the people behind Quentin Hale, chuckling hoarsely after a long silence, "James is really planning to imprison me for life, even finding people to guard me?"

Quentin Hale, at a loss for words, could only awkwardly change the subject, "Director Grant said, since the weather is cold recently, it’s best for you to stay within the villa."

These words were the result of embellishment, for Quentin dared not relay James Grant’s original message to Evelyn Clayton.

The prolonged silence left Quentin Hale on edge.

He hadn’t forgotten that the woman before him was no caged bird.

"Fine, I get it."

Evelyn Clayton’s voice was light, and after speaking, she turned and went into the bedroom.

Quentin Hale breathed a sigh of relief, and after leading those people downstairs, advised them in a low voice in the living room.

"...If Miss Clayton has any issues or goes missing, you will be the first in trouble. Do your jobs well, and don’t interfere unnecessarily."

After a round of threats and persuasion, Quentin Hale left.

He didn’t see Evelyn Clayton gracefully descending the stairs right after he stepped out the door.

Watching Quentin Hale’s car leave the garden, Evelyn Clayton glanced at the people in the living room, raising her eyebrows slightly.

A few middle-aged men had already left, leaving behind only the housemaids, who were now at a loss under Evelyn Clayton’s gaze.

After a while, Evelyn Clayton withdrew her gaze, speaking coolly, "Please go about your work and try not to disturb me."

The housemaids responded compliantly and went off, except for one who remained in place.

Seeing this, Evelyn Clayton looked at her, "Is there something you need?"

The maid looked sideways at the others, then stepped forward slowly to whisper, "Miss Clayton, you don’t seem well. Would you like me to help you upstairs to rest?"

Evelyn Clayton frowned, about to speak when the maid’s hand reached out.

The next moment, something was slipped into her palm.

It was a note.

Evelyn Clayton’s pupils contracted slightly, instinctively looking at the maid.

She swallowed her words, allowing the maid to assist her upstairs to the bedroom.