Vengeful Hearts Return Novel by Susan Clyde

“Not bad.” David pondered for a moment before cautiously saying, “I took a test recently, and I scored high, so I think I’m doing fine!”

“Okay.” Audrey nodded, not particularly surprised.

One of the reasons Vivienne had adopted David was because he was quite smart, and like Audrey, he had a photographic memory.

Even though he was only four or five years old at the time, perhaps due to growing up in an orphanage, David had a maturity that other children his age lacked.

“The new location for the orphanage is almost ready. We’ll have Scarlet and the others move there on a chosen day. I’ll be busy these next few days, so I won’t be able to go,” Audrey said.

After rescuing the children from the slums, they had been staying in a rented house. Now that the new orphanage was ready, it was time for them to move.

Moreover, all the materials used were environmentally friendly and non–toxic for the sake of the children’s health.

“I’ll go see Scarlet this afternoon,” David said.

In the afternoon, David took Brian to see Scarlet, while Audrey went to Hollyvale Manor with some prepared items.

Because she had a lot to do these days, Audrey adjusted the treatment plan accordingly.

She decided to start with a course of herbal baths for Katherine before proceeding with the treatment.

Audrey had visited Hollyvale Manor once before, and the staff knew she was Phoebe’s goddaughter, so they treated her politely.

When Audrey arrived, someone had already informed Katherine.

By the time Audrey entered the house, Katherine had already come downstairs and greeted her with enthusiasm.

“Audrey, you’re finally here!” Katherine took Audrey’s hand and led her to the sofa, looking amiable. “I’ve been soaking in the herbal bath every day these past few days, and I feel much better!”

Audrey glanced at Katherine’s complexion. Indeed, it had improved, and the faint signs of depression had diminished.

“All right, I’ll give you a new herbal bath recipe later. After the therapy today, you can use the new bath formula,” Audrey said.

Katherine’s constitution was weak, and her problems had accumulated over the years. Therefore, it was necessary to start with internal adjustments, and the initial medication couldn’t be too strong.

“Okay, I’ll listen to you.” Katherine happily called for someone to bring a pen.

“Your handwriting is really beautiful. It seems to have a bit of Franklin’s style,” Katherine said.

Franklin Lynch was currently the most famous calligrapher in the art world. It was said that one of Franklin’s works had recently sold for a sky–high price at auction.

“But Franklin doesn’t show up much these days. I heard he doesn’t have time to create anymore, and the works he left in the market are getting scarcer. Otherwise, I would like to buy a piece, Katherine commented.

Audrey raised an eyebrow and smiled slightly, but didn’t say much. After finishing writing, she handed the recipe to the butler.

“Follow the instructions on this prescription. Mrs. Carpenter can use one bath per day for twenty minutes starting today. She can do this for ten days,” Audrey said.

“Understood, Ms. Hernandez.” The butler nodded and left.

After the butler left, Audrey and Katherine went to the prepared room for treatment.Têxt belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

The treatment mainly consisted of therapy, lasting for half an hour.

Once Audrey was fully focused on her work, her demeanor became serious and intense.

Katherine didn’t feel any discomfort during the treatment. By the time it ended, she felt much better.

Feeling relieved, Katherine prepared to soak in the herbal bath, while Audrey had other matters to attend to. After bidding farewell to Katherine, Audrey left.

Katherine had wanted to invite Audrey to dinner, but knowing she had things to do, she felt a little regretful. Nevertheless, she personally escorted Audrey to the door.

Audrey had driven there herself, and as she drove back home, she took out her phone and made a call.

The phone rang once before the other party eagerly answered, “Master, have you finally remembered me?”

Audrey cleared her throat. Although it wasn’t the first time she had been called “Master” by the old guy, Franklin was different from Aaron.

She had indeed taught Aaron many things, but she had only given Franklin a few pointers. However, this old guy stubbornly) insisted on calling her “Master.”

“Do you have any work there? Just give me any piece,” Audrey said.

“Sure, Master, would you mind giving me some more pointers?” Franklin asked.

Upon hearing that Audrey wanted a piece of his works, Franklin was eager to write a few more pieces to give to her. I‘ hoped that she would give him some pointers again.

Thinking like this, Franklin couldn’t help but suggest, “Is one piece enough? Since I’m free anyway, I can write a few more pieces for you.”

“No need, one piece is enough,” Audrey replied.

“All right, Master, I’ll send it to you when I’m done writing,” Franklin respectfully said.

When Audrey arrived home, Callum and Wendy weren’t there.

As soon as she entered the house, she narrowed her cold gaze.

Her icy gaze swept across the entire living room, and her aura instantly released.

In an instant, a gust of wind swept past her ears from behind.

Audrey instinctively tilted her head to avoid it and reached out to catch the incoming punch.

The next second, the punch twisted, and the person aimed a sweeping kick at Audrey’s lower body. Audrey’s eyes narrowed, and she immediately joined the fight.

For a moment, the two of them fought fiercely, neither giving in

The opponent’s attacks were fast and fierce, targeting almost Audrey’s fatal weak point.

His ruthless and decisive moves made it difficult for Audrey to defend herself. If it weren’t for her own strength, she would have been overpowered by now.

Their fists clashed, and the next second, they both stepped back two steps.

“You have some skills, but you’re not fast nor ruthless enough!” the man said.

The man, who looked to be in his forties or fifties, exuded a murderous aura.

When she saw this man, Audrey’s cold eyes narrowed dangerously, and she coldly questioned, “Who are you?”

“You have grown up, not easily fooled anymore,” the man said.

The man looked at Audrey, his eyes seeming to see another person through her, and after a moment, he said in a low voice, “You look so much like your mother.”

Audrey furrowed her brows slightly and thought, ‘This man should know her mother.’

But Vivienne, as a noble lady, should have been nurtured in a protected environment since childhood. How could she have known such a bloodthirsty person?

They were from completely different worlds.