NovelOnlineChapter 215
As soon as Aubree arrived in Shiyvania, she received a message that Emery had been involved in a fight in
prison, resulting in both of his hands being shattered with comminuted fractures. Even with treatment, he would
only be able to perform basic daily activities and would never regain the ability to handle tasks that require fine
motor skills.
Aubree wondered, ‘He's destroying both his body and soul! What did Emery care about most in the past?
Esports! And now? Power, status, and the wealth of the Wilson family.”
Once he was released from prison, the Wilson family continued to exist, but he essentially had no place within it.
The shareholders of Wilson Group would never have permitted someone with such a tarnished reputation-
someone who had already brought down Rosepoly Group-to set foot in the company again.
If he wanted to return to his old career in esports, the reality would be grim. After three years away from the
scene, his instincts would be painfully outdated. Plus, with both hands damaged, that door was now firmly closed
for good.
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Aubree thought, ‘What an unexpected coincidence-his hands, of all things?’ She set her phone aside, her gaze
thoughtfully lingering on Bowen as he gathered their luggage.
Bowen asked, “What's wrong?”
Aubree demanded, “Was what happened to Emery you doing?” He was the only one she could think of.
Bowen openly stated, “Three years in prison is too lenient. | ensured he endured more-does that trouble you?”
He asked carefully.
“No, I'm delighted!” Aubree said coldly. Even if Bowen hadn't arranged it, she would have ensured that Emery
suffered in prison herself.
Over the past few days, Bowen introduced Aubree to ice skating, and she quickly fell in love with the sport.
Interestingly, Enrique accompanied them to Shiyvania. When Aubree met Enrique for the first time, she felt
extremely nervous. She couldn't shake the feeling that he was secretly evaluating her. Maybe it was just her
imagination, but it felt as though he was truly watching her every move.
Enrique had two wives. His previous wife gave birth to Bowen's older brother, but sadly, she later passed away
due to illness. His current wife was part of an arranged marriage for business reasons and gave birth to Bowen.
Although they were half- brothers, both shared an incredibly close bond.
There was a considerable age difference between Enrique and his current wife, which meant that Bowen was
born later. The young wife valued her independence, and shortly after Bowen's birth, they decided to divorce.
Bowen's mother never loved Enrique, nor did she ever honestly acknowledge Bowen as her son-he was merely a
pawn in the family’s plans. After the divorce, she left to chase her ambitions, leaving Bowen behind.
Even so, Enrique’s investment in nurturing Bowen was just as significant as what he provided for his brother. The
presence of both helped to fill the gap left by his mother’s absence.
All of this had been shared with Aubree by Enrique himself. A peculiar thought crossed Aubree’s mind: “Is Mr.
Turner trying to reveal Bowen's past to me?”
The days passed quickly, and before long, it was Christmas Eve. In Shiyvania, Bowen only employed a
housekeeper for cleaning, while Ethan and Samson took care of security during their stay.
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When it cto meals, Alvin handled all the cooking. Aubree was genuinely surprised-no one would have
expected that Alvin, who grew up with privilege, could cook so well. Feeling guilty about relying on Bowen day
after day, she suggested that she and Alvin take turns preparing meals.
Bright and early on Christmas Eve, Bowen was already busy preparing for the family dinner that evening.
Enrique was a strict adherent to tradition-even while celebrating Christmas in Shiyvania, he insisted that every
customary ritual be strictly followed. As a result, Bowen had no choice but to honor his wishes and take Alvin out
shopping for the festivities.
Now, only Aubree and Enrique remain at home. Enrique, always eager for adventure, wasted no tafter
arriving in Shiyvania; he promptly visited the local flower and bird market and returned with a delightful array of
flowers and fish to keep.
At that moment, he was happily guiding Aubree as she watered the plants and fed the fish. “Easy now, don’t
overfeed them- my fish can’t handle it,” Enrique fussed. His fish were delicate and high-maintenance, requiring
precisely controlled water temperatures and carefully measured food portions-not a speck more, not a speck
less.
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