The Heiress Nobody Saw Coming (Natalie and Marcus) novel Chapter 238

Elijah entered the study holding a glass of milk, and Marcus glanced up briefly before calmly instructing, "Elijah, after Ms. Sinclair finishes her milk, take her to the guest room to rest."

"Understood, Mr. Holden." Elijah nodded before turning to Sophia. "Ms. Sinclair, please drink."

He handed Sophia the warm milk, but she shook her head. "Thank you, but I really don't want to drink it."

"You don't look well. Please have some." Marcus urged. "My aunt told me you've been having a hard time lately."

Pregnancy already made her feel unwell, and on top of that, she was excessively worried. She had become even thinner than before.

Yet the baby inside her seemed strong, growing steadily despite her poor eating and sleeping habits.

Marcus was reminded of his own situation. His parents had left him with Charles since birth. He wondered if Laura had any expectations or joy while carrying him.

Eventually, Sophia accepted Marcus' kindness. She took the milk from Elijah and drank it slowly.

"Thank you, Marcus."

"Go rest now," he replied.

"Okay," she said. "Get some rest yourself. Good night."

"Mm. good night."

She turned to Elijah and said, "Elijah, thank you."

Elijah replied, "Ms. Sinclair, you're welcome."

He escorted Sophia to the guest room, and Marcus stayed in the study for a while. He only snapped back to reality when Cassie knocked on the door.

"Marcus, care for a drink with me?" She smiled gently, her tone full of affection. "It's been a while since we've had a proper heart-to-heart talk, hasn't it?

"I heard you called off your engagement with Emma."

He gave her a faint, uninterested glance. "It's late. You should rest, Aunt Cassie."

"Don't be like that! Come out for a drink."

Cassie stood at the door, hesitating to enter. She knew that if Marcus didn't invite her in, she wouldn't dare to enter his study.

"By the way, your mother called me last time, blaming me for not keeping an eye on you and letting you break off your engagement with Ms. Walker.

"To be honest, your parents are irresponsible. Since you were born, they handed you off to your grandfather and never came back to check on you. They only focused on having you, not raising you. They didn't even bother to appreciate you."

"Enough." He suddenly lowered his tone, and his expression turned cold instantly. "If you're here to sow discord, you can leave now. Elijah, show her out."

"Understood, Mr. Holden."

Elijah immediately stepped forward. "Ms. Holden, this way, please."

"You!" She shot Elijah a vicious glare. This damned bodyguard, Elijah, always called her "Ms. Holden" whenever he was being disrespectful.

She was the second heiress of the Holden family, but he treated her like an outsider.

"Ms. Holden, should I carry you out?" he said gruffly. "My hands are big and heavy; I might accidentally snap your waist. For your own safety, you should walk out yourself."

"You—"

Before she could finish, Elijah interrupted again. "Ms. Holden, don't be upset. Staying up late already makes you look older, and if you're angry, you'll only get uglier.

"By then, you'll be old and ugly and won't match the status of 'Ms. Holden' anymore."