Perfect Husband, The Destined One novel Chapter 5679

As she spoke, Heather passed Ambrose a cup of tea.

Ambrose took it from her, taking a deep breath. "Veron treated you awfully, and almost got the both of us killed, Heather. Are you really still trying to speak up for her?"

Heather let out a soft sigh in response. "I know you're still angry over what she did, but nobody's perfect, right? Who doesn't make mistakes? Besides, she only did all of that because she liked you so much."

Heather sat next to Ambrose, putting her hands below her chin to gaze out of the window. "My parents taught me from a young age to try to see the best in people, and have a generous heart. That's the easiest way for someone to be happy."

Ambrose fell into thought at the words briefly, flashing a pained smile. "You're far too kind for your own good, Heather. Alright, I'll let the past go."

"Wonderful!"

Seeing as he was finally calming down, Heather was nothing but joyous as she beamed, "That's my Brother Ambrose."

As she spoke, Heather tugged at Ambrose's arm and said soothingly, "Drink your tea, Ambrose. I'll bring some medicine to Veron and check on her in the meantime, alright?"

What?

Ambrose stopped short at the words, frowning as he said, " What are you doing that for? That blow wasn't full-strength, she's fine."

Heather smiled, saying in a patient tone, "That might be true, but it was still you who knocked her unconscious. It's only right for me to check on her on your behalf."

Ambrose hesitated before nodding. "Alright, since you insist. I'll go with you." Veron had an infamous temper, and there was no way anything good could come out of Heather seeing her. No, he would have to supervise the visit.

Yet Heather shook her head. "I don't think you should come, Ambrose. There was already conflict between the both of you at the main hall; I'm worried you might get into an argument if you run into each other."

"Don't worry. I'm just going to give her a few pills, it'll be fine."

As the final word rang through the air, Heather pecked Ambrose's cheek softly and gazed at him expectantly.

Heather was a kind woman, and had been quite worried about Veron and Ambrose's mutual hatred.

Sensing the kiss and Heather's gentle tone, Ambrose had no choice but to comply. "Alright, then. Do get back right away."