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Secrets Of The Neglected Wife: When Her True Colors Shine

Chapter 40
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Chapter 40: Finally they are gone, Emanuel exhaled deeply, with his eyes fixed on the tea set as if it contained

sancient secret.

They must be exhausted after all this.

There's sfood left, but it's my leftovers, not exactly set aside for you.

Allison's eyes scanned the table, noticing that the plates were fresher than Emanuel let on.

She decided to keep that observation to herself.

Reluctantly, Emanuel put away the tea set and sat down at the table.

They gathered for lunch and the atmosphere was surprisingly serene.

Emanuel was in a good mood, even allowing himself a sip of his prized Hennessy Paradis.

Today you have fulfilled my greatest dream! It is a pity that you young people crave independence so fiercely.

| wanted to give you this property so you could settle down.

Allison nibbled on a piece of delicious fish, more focused on her plate than on Emanuel's words.

You're making a face at him.

Emanuel insisted.

No.

Everyone knows your house here is worth a fortune.

It is the true legacy of all of Athton.

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If Allison had stamped Emanuel's non the ceramics she made, it would have been like striking gold and

securing her future without another fight.

Emanuel had seen the harsh realities of life.

Today, when that unpleasant couple showed up with bad intentions toward Allison, Emanuel had a moment of

clarity about his struggles.

Allison was a young woman alone, recently divorced and without the safetyof family.

Emanuel wanted to offer him a stable place.

But Allison's playful refusal of his offer made him chuckle as he served Kellan a nice piece of stewed meat.

Today you have done a great job.

Take this.

A hint of sadness flickered in Emanuel's eyes.

The detestable couple had paraded around their domain today, but in reality they held Kellan in high regard.

After all, what moved people was money and power.

Kellan may not have had Allison's talent, but he proved very capable in the daily routine.

Allison, I'm not trying to pity you, but | honestly don't want these old pieces to disappear from history.

Emanuel sighed heavily.

Today, pottery is largely machine-made, and fewer and fewer young people are carrying the torch.

Even her own generation was disappearing.

The competitiveness of her youth had left an indelible mark, but the departure of familiar faces brought with it

an inexplicable loneliness.

Understanding Emanuel's sentiment, Allison put down her utensils and spoke with quiet determination.

| appreciate your desire to preserve the art of pottery, but taking over this property would be too much of a

burden.

I don't like ties.

| promise to promote craftsmanship, but you must put your family first when it comes to property.

Emanuel wanted to continue arguing, but Allison deftly changed the subject.

Emanuel, how bad do you think my situation is? Just because I'm divorced doesn't mean I'm destitute.

I own a villa at Starfish Villas.

I've just been busy with other things, so I'm temporarily staying at a friend's house.

"I'm far from homeless.

Staying with a friend isn't ideal," Kellan added.

If you need a place, tell me.

| have many properties.

Consider it a reward for today's guidance.

Always the rich one, Allison laughed.

Well, it's getting late.

You'd better stay here tonight, said Emanuel, rising with a groan.

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I'm getting old.

Cooking makes my back and waist hurt.

Allison shook her head, seeing through Emanuel's feigned discomfort.

He was probably sore from his excitement over the tea set.

Since it's going to rain tonight, you can't hang around my house.

Go look for sdried bamboo shoots on the hill behind.

Kellan looked at his wheelchair in silence.

I'm disabled, he said flatly.

But you still have arms and legs, Emanuel replied.

With that fancy wheelchair of yours, it will be a piece of cake.

You could probably catch and transport a pig with it, not to mention sbamboo shoots.

Go away.

Allison looked at Kellan's custom-designed wheelchair, made by a high-end medical technology team, knowing

that Emanuel viewed any fancy contraption as a mere work tool.

Kellan, accustomed to Emanuel's toughness, saw in him a reflection of his own grandfather.

Despite Emanuel's constant nagging, he had always cared deeply for Kellan.

Alright, I'll go put my wheels to good use.