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Chapter 431 You’re Sick

“What’s going on?” Claude was a busybody—he was the first to lower his cutleries and rush over to take

a look. “Hey, who sent you guys here?”

“These are the gifts that Mr. Griffith has prepared for the senior members of the Sinclair Family,” a

woman who was standing in the middle of the line replied with a smile.

Elise immediately lowered her cutlery when she heard what the woman said. “Did you arrange all of

this?” She stared at Alexander, her eyes wide with surprise.

“Yeah,” he replied while eating in an unhurried manner. It was almost as if he wasn’t related to the entire

scene that just occurred in front of them. That was when Elise realized something—Alexander’s jealous!

Someone as cold and indifferent as him would never send gifts to the elderlies otherwise. He’s trying to

win them over, huh? Elise felt both sorry and happy as she watched him trying his best to remain calm.

Her eyes were filled with love for the man as she gazed at him.

Claude had just given her family gifts one day ago, and Alexander instantly gathered all sorts of suitable

gifts the very next day. Alexander even made sure to put on a grand show of the gifts. If they were to

compare the quality of both men’s gifts, one of them was going to be embarrassed.

Right then, Cameron walked over to address Elise in a polite tone. “Young Master Alex was the one who

prepared all of this. Apart from preparing the same gifts that Mr. Mumm had prepared, he also purchased

some nutritional and healthy foods, a famous painting, and a hundred doses of the hyacinth serum that

you asked for, Miss Sinclair.”

“Sh*t.” Claude was already surprised when he heard that Alexander had purchased a famous painting,

but he was blown away when he heard Cameron’s last sentence. “That’s a lot of money!” Claude

exclaimed. Alexander is willing to give his all to impress Father, huh? Just the hyacinth serums probably

cost him more than 100 million. That’s brutal!

Elise wasn’t sure whether to laugh or to cry. “The truth is… I’ve already pre-ordered the hyacinth serum.”

“You can just cancel your order,” Alexander uttered without even looking up. Once he finished speaking,

the men from the second row stepped forward to open their gift boxes. Inside them were fresh and

delicious-looking dishes. The men set the dishes on the table while Cameron continued to provide an

explanation for the gifts. “Young Master Alex prepared these dishes based on your family’s recent health

condition—he specially incorporated some ingredients with special health benefits. Furthermore, he was

the one who prepared these dishes on his own. Please enjoy them.”

Tania pounded her fist against her chest when she heard what Cameron said. Didn’t Alexander say that

he doesn’t like the smell of oil and smoke?! She wasn’t the only one who felt ashamed—Claude felt just

as embarrassed by the situation then. Alexander even dirtied his hands just to prepare this meal. There’s

simply no way for me to outdo this guy!

Robin was the first to notice what Alexander was trying to do. He let out a grateful sigh as he parted his

lips to give a rare compliment. “That’s really thoughtful of you, Alexander.”

Alexander’s eyes lit up for a moment as he raised his head to look at Robin. Both of them gave each

other a nod when their gazes met. They had a man-to-man connection—Alexander could tell that Robin

was willing to reconsider him as Robin’s future son-in-law. Ever since Matthew and Elise’s pictures were

exposed, such moments had been rare, so Alexander found this especially meaningful.

After Alexander’s men left the house, the family’s maids dragged two women over to the dining area.

“These two brats were snooping around outside. We don’t know what they were trying to do!” one of the

maids uttered. They gave the two women a slight push, and Maya nearly stumbled and fell. Her assistant

held onto her just in time to stop her from falling. Once they steadied themselves, Maya hastily fixed her

hair and clothes.

“Did Young Master Alex send you over too? Are you here to dance and entertain us?” Claude asked in a

teasing voice.

“You b*stard!” Maya shot him a glare. “How dare you compare me to those filthy women who sell their

bodies for money?”

“Who are you calling a b*stard?” Claude’s expression turned grim as he glared at Maya.

“You’re the b*stard!” Maya straightened her back to show that she wasn’t afraid of him. “You’re just a

useless guard dog—how dare you look down on me?!” she cried.

“Hmph! You’re really provoking me now!” Claude rolled his sleeves up and readied himself for a fight.

“That’s enough.” Elise stopped them, stepped out of the dining area, and stared Maya down. “This is our

property, and you came without an invitation. We can be rude to you, and we can even get violent with

you—what are you going to do about it? Do you think you’re allowed to do as you please here just

because of your status?”

“I’m not talking to you.” Maya knew how powerful Elise was, so she decided to avoid a confrontation with

her. “Tell Alexander to come out. I want to talk to him!”

Elise turned around to gaze at the man sitting in the dining area. “She’s here for you. You can deal with

this on your own.” Upon hearing her words, Alexander unwillingly got to his feet.

“Who are you?” he asked as he stepped out to stop in front of the woman. Maya stared at him helplessly

when she heard his words. “I’m Maya!” She was about to lose her mind. “We’ve met a few times when

Mrs. Griffith tried to matchmake us. Don’t you remember me?” Maya shot Elise a piercing glare as she

spoke. This woman must have cast some spell on Alexander. That’s why he didn’t come for me even

after so long!

Elise narrowed her eyes as she met Maya’s gaze. For some reason, Elise felt a strong dislike toward the

woman then. Should I just get rid of her right now? The very next moment, Alexander’s deep, icy voice

filled the air. “I have a pretty bad memory when it comes to people and things that don’t matter to me,” he

said matter-of-factly.

Elise no longer felt the urge to do anything after that. Maya, on the other hand, clenched her fists in

shame. Am I that unimportant to him? Do I not matter to you at all, Alexander? Just you wait! You’ll come

begging for me someday! Maya gritted her teeth and dug her nails into her palms as she took a deep

breath to calm herself down. “That’s okay. It’s fine if you don’t remember what happened in the past. All

that matters is that you remember what happens from now onward. Come home with me, Alexander. You

don’t belong here,” she said with a smile on her face.

Maya gave Alexander a longing gaze as she continued talking. “I understand your situation, Alexander. I

know that the Griffith Family has been hard on you. Don’t worry, I’ll help you regain your status as the

head of the family. You’re a privileged man, so you shouldn’t waste your life away in this rotten, old

home. Don’t ruin your life like that.”

Elise scoffed. “You wouldn’t be so kind if you didn’t have some sort of ulterior motive. Why don’t you tell

us what you really want? You’d sound more sincere that way.”

Maya didn’t seem flustered even though her intentions had been exposed. Instead, she stepped forward

and tugged on Alexander’s sleeve. “You know I love you, Alexander. I’ll belong to you once we’re

married. Everything the Dahlen Family owns will become yours as well. With my father’s support, you

won’t have to struggle out here anymore.”

“Tsk tsk tsk, what a sincere confession.” No one had noticed Claude walking over to them. He scanned

Maya with his eyes before he spoke in a rather shocked tone. “Are you aware of your sickness, young

woman?”

“You’re the one who’s sick!” Maya hissed. She nearly lost her composure, but she calmed herself down

after taking a look at Alexander.

“I’m serious,” Claude uttered in a serious tone. “Do you feel like your complexion has been deteriorating?

You might also feel rather light-headed, and you might feel some dryness in your mouth!”

Maya realized there was some truth in his words, and she subconsciously reached out her hand to feel

her throat.

“That’s right!” Claude snapped his fingers. “You’ve got an incurable disease!”