Unsure as to how to continue this conversation, Arielle paused before she asked, “What's your name?”
“Alexandra. Alexandra Jeannot.”
Arielle acknowledged that with a nod. “Then I shall call you Sasha. You don't have to worry about anything. Just rest up and get well. Blake may still be alive. I'll send someone out to find him.”
Sasha's eyes lit up when she heard what Arielle said, and it was then that Larissa knocked and entered.
“Mr. Southall's asking for you, Ms. Arielle.”
“Understood.” Arielle then got back to her feet. “Take care of her.”
“Rest assured that I will.”
Arielle nodded before she made her exit to the living room where Henrick awaited.
He frowned when she approached and castigated her, “Where have you been? I've been looking for you all day!”
Arielle bowed her head and came across a little aggrieved. “I went to the backyard to leave some flowers for Shandie.”
There was not much Henrick could have reasonably said to that. “Your grandmother has just woken up. She hasn't eaten anything all day and refused to have anything that the servant brought up. Go make her some ravioli again; she seems to quite fancy those.”
The cheery-looking Arielle appeared to be quite amenable to what was proposed. “So as long as
it pleases her, I'll get down to it right away.”
After that, she hurried off.
Her lips twitched at the smack of satisfaction she saw on Henricks face, which was reflected in the glass pane she passed by before she strode into the kitchen.
In the kitchen, several chefs lined up and were on standby at the side, presumably having been notified to do so earlier.
Arielle addressed them candidly, "I'll take it from here; all of you may go.”
Not daring to defy her, the chefs made a swift exit.
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