The Secret Heir Return To Wealth And Love Chapter 1831

Chapter 1831

“He did” Enca Said with a proud beam, “My hubby’s quite the looker, nobody gives him the cold shoulder.”

Mary was at a loss for words.

Did she marry Larkin because of his looks?

“Larkin’s a grown man in his thirties, does he still need someone to tuck him in?” Mary scoffed. “Tve been sleeping on my own since I was a kid, didn’t need Abbot to sing me lullabies.”

“Well aren’t you quite the tough cookie” Erica praised her

Then she put her hand on Mary’s head, leading her towards the dining hall, Tm starving. Let’s grab a bite

“You’re not so keen when it comes to moming prayers, but food sum gets you going!” Mary muttered, “Do you know there’s something good on the menu today?”

Erica didn’t have a clue.

Her gloomy moming mood instantly lifted upon hearing about a good meal,

Along the way, Mary kept repeating the same question.

Every few steps, she’d ask, “Did Larkin and Abbot really make up?”

Enca patiently answered, “Yes, they did”

A few steps later, Mary asked again, “Now that they’ve made up, are you guys leaving? Will you visit often?”

After careful thought, Erica said, “We’ll probably stick around for quite a while this time.”

“How long is quite a while?” Mary immediately pressed.

Erica looked at her, “Hey kiddo, are you firing an endless barrage of questions at me? That’s too many questions!”

Mary was speechless

She walked a few steps ahead.

But she couldn’t hold back in the end.

heard from some laypersons to our monastery that Larkin’s an antique dealer now, is that true?”

“Mhm” Enca nodded.

Truth be told, Enca never really wrapped her head around Larkin’s profession.

She’d never seen him engage in any related transactions.

His side income sources were plenty, though.

Now, the money Larkin received was immediately transferred to her account.

Orval mentioned that some new contracts listed her account for payment directly.

Erica didn’t ask too much about it.

Regardless, whenever Larkin’s money came in, she’d meticulously record it.

“Do you know anything about antiques?” Mary continued to quiz.

Enca found Mary’s question odd, “Why would I need to know that? I’m not an antique dealer!”

“Your” Mary suddenly turned serious, “You shouldn’t just focus on love and romance

Enca, “What?”

How did she know that?

“Just last month, a woman came here in tears. Her husband ran off with another woman, taking all the money, business, and property. She got nothing” Mary said gravely. “Do you know why?”

“Why?” Enca played along

Given Marys line of thought, the reason was pretty easy to guess, night?

“It’s because she trusted her husband too much. She never asked about his business, only cared for his parents and their children at home! Mary stated with a stem face, “Enca, if you appear naive and only think about love, you’re in danger”

Mary may not know a lot, but she knew enough.

The convent was always full of people, some praying, some seeking solace

Surrounded by these voices daily, Mary’s sharp little mind picked up a thing or two

She now saw Enca as her mother, deeply cherished in her heart. She didn’t want Erica to become one of those women filled with resentment and pain.

Her own mother hadn’t managed to live well in this world.

She hoped that Erica, who was just like her mother, could live a peaceful and smooth life, free from disasters and difficulties.