Mr. CEO, You're Just A Substitute

Chapter 123 Why Is She Here?

Saying that Filip didn't seem to be leaving, Starry frowned. "Haven't you been busy, Mr. Pearson?"

Although this was a serious matter, he didn't need to come here in person.

Hearing her words, Filip was stunned. "I am going back to the company. If you need someone to pick

you up to the Pearson house, you can call me."

"No need, I can drive there myself."

It was more convenient.

Filip took a look at her. "Okay."

Then, he turned around and left.

Starry did not see him off, it was too cold outside.

After the conversation with Rowan, she went back to the study and couldn't concentrate.

She decided to do it another time. Anyway, she had to go to the Pearson family in the afternoon.

Thinking of this, Starry went downstairs to the kitchen and was about to make some cupcakes.

Frances loved having cupcakes, but she was too old for much sweet food. Martha would always warn

her when she had too much.

Therefore, Starry had unconsciously formed a habit of putting less sugar. In that case, the cupcakes

wouldn't be too sweet.

She hadn't made any dessert in a long while, since she was in the mood today, she decided to make

more and leave some for Isabella.

Soon, two hours had passed. She made herself some simple food for lunch. It was not until two in the

afternoon that she packed up the desserts and was about to head to the Pearson family.

Before she left the house, she called the Pearson family's landline phone. It was Martha who answered

the phone. Filip had informed Martha about Starry coming over in the afternoon. Exclusive content © by Nô(v)el/Dr/ama.Org.

Every day at 1:00 in the afternoon, Francis would take a nap until two. And at three, she would have

some afternoon tea and take a walk in the garden with Martha.

Starry set off at two and arrived at a quarter to three.

It had been over a year since she was last here. Looking at everything around her so familiar, she

couldn't help but sigh.

When Martha saw the desserts, she was carrying, she smiled. "Miss Bradley, you made deserts?"

Starry center herself and smiled, "I didn't have much to do today."

As she said, she handed the deserts to Martha. "How is Frances's sleep?"

Martha took the deserts and sighed, "You know how it had been. She never sleeps well at night. Back

then, you would massage for her every day and she would go to bed at 10 and sleep until 6 in the

morning. But three months after you moved out, she often wakes up in the middle of the night."

After Frances woke up in the middle of the night, she would sit on the bed and wouldn't call anyone.

Several nights when Martha was up to go to the bathroom, she found out she had woken up when she

saw the lights on in Frances's room through the door.

Starry lowered her eyes, looking a bit worried. "So, she wakes up at night and can't fall asleep again,

right?"

"Exactly. She wakes up at two in the morning and can't fall asleep again. She would sit there alone until

the sky gets bright. She often looks listless."

As they talked, Starry saw Frances.

She wore a dark blue sweater with her hair tied up, it was obvious that she looked listless.

Seeing Starry here, Frances's eyes lit up for a moment.

Martha walked over to her and said, "Mrs. Pearson, these are the deserts Miss Bradley made for you."

Frances took a look, expressionless. "Thank you."

Starry knew her well and didn't feel anything special when she saw her cold attitude.

She looked at Frances and smiled, "Mrs. Pearson, I haven't seen you in a long while."

"I haven't seen you in a long while too, Miss Bradley."

Frances took a look at Martha. "Pour Miss Bradley a cup of tea."

"Yes, ma'am."

Frances preferred quietness. Although there were a lot of servants living in the mansion, there were

only the butler and a chef here serving Frances. They were both in the kitchen now. As Murtha left the

room, there were only Starry and Frances in the living room.

"Take a seat."

Frances pointed at the couch.

Starry nodded and sat opposite her.

Frances looked at her, "You should be busy with your own life. You don't have to come here. Anyway, I

have lived long enough."

"I am not busy."

If it was someone else who heard France's words, she would have been comforting her. However

Starry had lived with Frances under the same roof for five years, she knew her too well.

Although Frances was an old woman now, unlike other old people, she didn't like flattering words about

her age. Instead, she hated them.

Starry simply responded and didn't say anything more.

Frances snorted. "You are good at flattering others now."

At this moment, Martha over with a cup of tea.

Starry drank the tea and offered to give Frances a massage.

Although Francis said that it would be too much trouble for her, she walked into the room.

Starry washed her hands, sat on the chair that Martha moved for her, and started giving Frances a

massage.

"Mrs. Pierson, I will go heat up the desserts that Miss Bradley has brought you. You can have them

later."

Lying on the bed with her eyes closed, Frances snorted. "I don't need them that badly."

Martha smiled and exchanged glances with Starry. "I will be out now, Miss Bradley. Call me if you need

anything.

"I will."

Starry responded.

Then, when she looked back at Frances, she found that Frances had opened her eyes.

"Mrs. Pearson?"

Frances closed her eyes again without saying a word, Starry smiled and didn't say anything more but

continued to massage for her.

It would take an hour. So, Martha calculated the time to heat up the deserts.

She asked the chef to take it out later after the massage was done, then she walked back into the

room.

As soon as Martha left, Lilly came home.

She went to an audition today. In order to keep her tummy flat, she didn't eat anything. By the time she

got home, she was starving.

She smelled the fragrance from the kitchen and asked the chef to get some desserts for her.

The chef got her some on a plate. As Lilly held the plate, she walked to the living room and started

eating.

The desert smelled good and tasted delicious.

After she finished eating them, she wanted more.

Holding the plate. She called the chef. "These desserts are really good. I want some more."

As soon as she finished her words, Martha said, "Miss Bradley made the desserts. They are indeed

very delicious."

As soon as Lilly turned her head, she saw Starry and Frances walking down.

She snapped, "Why is she here?"