Hearing the voice, Paige helped Enrico into the car, then looked up at Kelsey and gave her a faint nod with a slight smile.
Seeing this, Blanca let out a sigh of relief.
This time, the Folsom family didn’t act arrogantly; surprisingly, they followed the rules. When they saw Paige and Enrico come out, they didn’t rush forward but stood at a distance instead.
“Blanca! Blanca!”
Brangelina tried to rush toward Paige upon seeing her but was stopped by Beinice.
The old man had given the order: no one from the Folsom family was allowed to pressure Paige any further.
The Folsom family acted this way, saving Paige from a lot of unnecessary trouble. She withdrew her gaze from Kelsey and didn’t look at Blanca, simply getting into the car.
The door was shut.
Countless eyes from the Folsom family were fixed on them, yet no one stepped forward.
Paige sat next to Enrico, staring straight ahead.
When the driver started the car, she casually said, “Go to the Folsom family.”
The driver was surprised and lifted his gaze, then replied, “Yes.”
She glanced over and found Enrico staring at her without blinking, his brow slightly raised.
“Since the Folsom family already knows about my background, some things need to be clarified.”
Paige had thought it over all night and was quite clear about it.
She still needed to visit the Folsom family.
“Do as you wish.”
Enrico didn’t care; anyway, he was there, and what could the Folsom family do?
—
The Folsom family estate was located in the extremely cold Eastdown, relying on indoor heating to maintain body temperature, making it unsuitable for recovery.
Rachel had always had poor health, and combined with her gunshot wound and severed tendons, her recovery was even more difficult. Lying there, she became uncomfortable, with pain seeping into her bones, making it quite torturous.
While she was lying there, she suddenly received news that Paige was coming to the Folsom family, now returning with the Folsom family people in full force.
Upon hearing this, Rachel couldn’t sit still. After saying a few words to her mother, Yemmy, she received another dose of pain relief.
Once the painkiller took effect, Rachel felt a bit more comfortable.
Yemmy couldn’t argue with her and put a thick coat on her before pushing her out of the room.
It was a long walk from the room to the estate’s hall, and the wheelchair left two long tracks in the snow.
Rachel didn’t feel the pain anymore, but she was still shivering from the cold, coughing repeatedly.
Yemmy could only quicken her pace, while Rachel was anxious. She wanted to know why Paige was coming to the Folsom family-was she claiming her heritage?
As they neared the hall, footsteps approached from another path.
Rachel lifted her face and saw Enrico holding Paige’s hand as they entered her line of sight.
Not far away, her gaze was fixed on Enrico. He wore a dark coat, his legs long and straight. He looked much better than when he was ill, with broad shoulders and an upright posture.
He had a bandage on his head and a faint bruise on his face, but that didn’t detract from his handsomeness. With deep-set eyes and a defined nose, he was still the man from her dreams.
Enrico…
Rachel gazed at him dreamily, moving her lips to silently call out to him.
The two paths intersected, and though the distance was short, Enrico didn’t see her. He continued to hold Paige’s hand.
They appeared to be having a conversation; Paige laughed softly, and Enrico grinned at her, squeezing her hand from thumb to pinky, a series of small gestures.
They walked past her without acknowledging her, heading toward the hall.
“…”
Rachel sat in her wheelchair, dazed.
Before long, the Folsom family members also arrived in a large group, hurrying into the hall without barely glancing at her. A few of them who saw her and Yemmy only nodded slightly before going inside.
“We should go in too.”
Yemmy didn’t notice her daughter’s feelings and pushed her forward.
—
The Folsom family hall quickly filled with people, and a bunch of bodyguards stood in the back.
The large hall became warm in no time, making the cold wind and snow outside seem unnecessary.
Paige and Enrico were invited to sit in a prominent position. Directly opposite Paige sat Blanca.
“Blanca, oh Blanca, don’t run around recklessly in the future.”
Brangelina stood behind Paige, hugging her and shaking her playfully, showing affection.
Enrico sat lazily next to her, casting a cold glance at Brangelina, who was blocking Paige, a bit displeased.
Paige chuckled as Brangelina shook her. Just then, a servant brought over some hot tea. She patted Brangelina’s hand, “Here, drink some hot water, don’t catch a cold.”
Brangelina had also waited outside the hospital with the Folsom family for the whole night.
“Oh.” Brangelina obediently picked up the teacup to drink.
Paige quickly stopped her, blowing on it, “Careful, it’s hot.”
“Hehe.” Brangelina giggled foolishly.
Blanca sat in her place, silently watching the interaction between Brangelina and Paige. Her face was pale, and her eyes were full of sorrow, lacking any brightness.
A loud sound broke the moment.
Everyone turned to look as Yemmy pushed Rachel into the center.
Rachel sat in the wheelchair, bowed her head toward Jasper at the head seat, and politely greeted the elder.
“…”
Enrico lazily glanced over. Upon seeing Rachel, his expression changed slightly, and he coldly laughed, “You’re still alive?”
Rachel turned to look at him, her gaze filled with lingering pain, “Brother Enrico…”
“Don’t call me that. What are you to be my Enrico’s sister?” Enrico snorted coldly, his face marked with disdain.
Hearing this, Beinice frowned and stood up to say something, but Jasper shot her a look, so she had to sit back down.
Rachel witnessed this scene and coldly laughed in her heart. What unity in the Folsom family? In her own home, she was insulted to her face, and yet the Folsom family didn’t dare to say a word.
Enrico, on the other hand, looked at Paige beside him.
Paige leaned toward him, briefly explaining that Rachel was a granddaughter of the Folsom family.
Enrico furrowed his brow, listening. “What a mess.”
Indeed, it was a mess.
Paige didn’t want to waste any more time. She stood up from her seat, holding the deed in both hands and presenting it to Jasper, “Sir, I’ve read the deed. I came here today to return it.”
She addressed him as “Sir.”
Jasper, sitting in his seat, looked at Paige deeply, his expression complicated.
He genuinely hadn’t expected that Paige would be his granddaughter. This news brought him both shock and joy; joy in finding his granddaughter, shock in realizing he had previously plotted against her.
He slowly said, “You can keep this book. You are my only successor, and it will eventually come to your hands.”
“No need.” Paige replied indifferently. Seeing Jasper not taking it, she placed the deed on the small table beside him.
Having returned the deed, she stepped back two paces.