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Chapter 334:

Nearby, Zainab’s eyes welled with tears as she gazed at the donation agreement and its generous sum.

Collen, though silent, found himself at a loss for words to decline.

Having grown up in an orphanage alongside Zainab, he knew all too well the hardships the children there faced.

With regular aid like this, their lives could change for the better.

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“This amount is a drop in the bucket for the Stewart Group, so don’t feel pressured,” Wyatt said reassuringly.

Amelia turned to Collen with a warm smile. “I know you won’t turn down this gesture of thanks p>

Thanks to their kindness, Collen felt a lot better. Not wanting to tire him, Amelia offered a few words of encouragement before leaving the hospital room with Wyatt.

As they settled into the car, Amelia’s phone buzzed.

Rocco’s voice came through, tense, explaining that the chips of the new products had been replaced, but the company’s leadership was firmly against relaunching the products.

Sensing that he was in a bind, Amelia responded coolly, “I’m heading to the company now. We’ll talk more when I get there p>

“You’re going to the company now p>

Wyatt’s voice cut in the moment she ended the call.

His disapproving look was clear, but Amelia gently took his arm, her tone soft. “I poured so much into those products. It would be a shame to let them go to waste p>

“The doctor said you need rest,” he countered.

“I’ll only be there briefly, and I’ll head home immediately if I feel unwell, I promise,” Amelia said.

“Does your promise from Hans still stand p>

Wyatt’s sudden shift in topic caught Amelia off guard, and her cheeks flushed as she realized what he meant.

Though they had shared a bed for some time, Wyatt had always honored his initial promise to give her time to be ready for something more intimate. Just as Amelia…

Wanted to tell him she was ready, he had a car accident and needed to recover. So, despite being married, they had never been intimate. Last time in Hans, sparked by Wyatt’s envy over Denny, Amelia had told him she was ready.

Seeing Wyatt’s intense stare, Amelia felt the air in the car grow warmer.

“Mrs. Stewart, we’ve reached the Davis Group,” Barrie announced, breaking the tension.

Amelia exhaled in relief as the car stopped.

Barrie then opened the car door for Amelia, catching Wyatt’s sharp glance. Stepping out, Amelia glanced back at Wyatt’s exaggeratedly wounded expression. Though knowing it was an act, she replied, “It still holds p>

Her words sparked a smile on Wyatt’s face.

He watched her vanish into the Davis Group lobby before raising the car window.

“Mr. Stewart, should we head back to Hillside Villa now?” Barrie asked.

“No, let’s go to the Mills estate,” Wyatt replied.

Barrie, though curious about Wyatt’s unexpected directive, didn’t ask any questions and swiftly turned the car toward the Mills estate.

At the Mills estate.

Kretol’s four prominent families shared business dealings, but their ties to one another varied.

The Stewart family was close with the Chapman family but maintained a cool distance from the Mills family.

So Wyatt’s arrival caught the estate’s guards off guard, but his stature ensured a courteous welcome.

Marcelo Mills, the estate’s sole resident, had once elevated the Mills family to the pinnacle of Kretol’s four great families, a testament to his capabilities.

As the butler ushered Wyatt into the garden, Marcelo was meticulously trimming plants.

“Mr. Mills, Mr. Wyatt Stewart is here,” the butler announced.

Marcelo set down his shears, turning to Wyatt with a steady gaze before offering a warm smile.

“What brings you here so abruptly? Is there something you need?” he asked.

While Colton’s volatile nature was well-known, Marcelo’s integrity earned him widespread admiration, and Wyatt treated him with respect. “I’m here to discuss matters involving your family, Mr. Mills,” he said.

Marcelo’s expression changed slightly before he composed himself quickly.

“Bruno, bring the coffee beans from my study,” he instructed.

The butler, Bruno Rowe, nodded and left.

Marcelo guided Wyatt to a pavilion in the garden.

As soon as they sat down, Bruno returned with coffee beans and a hand-brewed coffee set.

As Bruno was about to make coffee for them, Marcelo intervened, saying, “I’ll take care of it p>

With deft hands, Marcelo brewed the coffee, its rich aroma enveloping the pavilion.

“These coffee beans were a gift from your grandmother. Try them,” he said to Wyatt.

Wyatt’s eyes flickered at his words, but he sipped calmly. “It tastes wonderful p>

Marcelo had brought up Wyatt’s grandmother, hoping to remind Wyatt of his good relationship with her. Seeing Wyatt seemingly unaffected, Marcelo said with a hint of resignation, “What has Colton done this time p>