Chapter 275 Receiving Two Invitations
After barely getting out of the hospital, Edward spent three whole days and nights catching up on work that piled up during his short stay.
Lately, his health had been hanging by a thread, relying on tonics and the medicine Evelyn gave him to keep going. He also had Bart help him with external remedies every day, hoping to bounce back to his old self.
With such a weak body, he couldn't protect the one he loved.
"Mr. Wellington, it's time for your medicine," Bart said, placing the meds and a bottle of water on a tray and bringing it over.
Edward, buried in documents, replied absentmindedly, "I don't have time right now, maybe later."
"If you don't take your medicine on time, I'll have to report your disobedience to Mrs. Wellington," Bart said sternly. "She called me the other day, making sure I keep you on track with your meds. If anything goes wrong, I have to tell her right away. If she finds out you're being stubborn, she'll be really upset!"
Hearing this, Edward put down his pen and quickly took the water and medicine without another word.
Bart was satisfied, feeling both amused and worried.
'If Mr. Wellington had been this obedient three years ago, he and Mrs. Wellington might have had a kid by now,' Bart thought.
"Have you been keeping an eye on Mrs. Wellington like I asked?" Edward swallowed the medicine, the bitterness spreading from his throat to under his tongue, making him frown slightly.
He casually opened a drawer, took out a piece of chocolate, and popped it in his mouth.
This piece of chocolate was a leftover snack from Evelyn at home, which he had found like a treasure and kept in his office drawer.
Whenever he felt down or stressed, he would have a piece, which brought a small comfort to his cold heart.
"Yeah. I heard that Joyce from the Taylor family is having a birthday soon, and Mrs. Wellington seems to be busy at the hotel preparing for her party," Bart said.
"Joyce, the former actress?" Edward asked indifferently.
"Yeah! She was my mom's idol! It's a pity she retired from the entertainment industry so early. My mom was upset for a long time because she stopped acting. Back then, Joyce was the goddess in the hearts of countless fans!" Bart said enthusiastically, with a hint of pity.
"Why did she retire from the entertainment industry out of the blue?" Edward asked casually.
"I heard from my mom that Joyce was allegedly involved in using banned substances and got blacklisted by the industry. The scandal almost ruined her reputation. Later, Mr. Taylor managed to clear her name, but the damage was done, and her popularity plummeted, so she just retired. Everyone had to admire Mr. Taylor. They say he was successful in love, winning Joyce's heart. He helped her when she needed it the most. No woman wouldn't be moved by that?" As Bart spoke, he glanced at Edward's expression.
Sure enough, Edward's jawline tightened, and he found Bart's words somewhat irritating.
At that moment, there was a knock on the door, and the female secretary's voice came through, "Edward, Mr. Clark is here to see you."
"Let him in." As soon as Edward finished speaking, Eric walked in, humming a tune with a smile on his face, looking quite smug.
Today, he was still wearing a custom-made suit. Despite the cold weather, it seemed like he wasn't wearing anything under the suit, revealing a muscular chest, with a platinum necklace hanging around his collarbone, exuding a wild and seductive charm.
"Edward, you look good. It seems Evelyn's medicine is working well," Eric casually sat on the sofa, feeling relieved to see Edward looking much better.
"What's up?" Edward asked.
"Take a look at this." Eric pulled out an invitation from his pocket and waved it around like he just won the lottery.
"What is it?" Edward asked, not really in the mood.
"Evelyn sent someone to deliver this invitation to me, inviting me to Joyce's birthday party this weekend," Eric said, puffing up his chest.
Edward's eyes darkened, a surge of jealousy bubbling up inside him. "Are you showing off to me? Given the Clark family's status in Mugden, isn't it normal for you to be invited?"
"Then with the Wellington family's status in Mugden, did you get an invitation?" Eric teased, a smirk playing on his lips.
"Can we have a normal conversation?" Edward, usually calm and collected, was always quick to anger when it came to anything related to Evelyn.
"Relax, I'm just messing with you."
Eric knew Edward was upset about not getting an invite from Evelyn, so he stopped teasing and pulled out another crumpled invitation from his back pocket. "This one was sent to me by your stepmother. Isn't it funny that she and Joyce are having their birthday parties on the same day, and both in Mugden? Seems like there's some competition going on."
"What did you say? Tiffany and Joyce are having their birthdays on the same day?" Edward raised an eyebrow, clearly surprised.
"Mr. Wellington, if I remember correctly, Mrs. Tiffany Wellington's birthday is this Thursday, not the weekend," Bart said, scratching his head in confusion. "Why would she move her birthday to the weekend? Is she really trying to compete with Joyce?"
"Is there any personal grudge between Tiffany and Joyce?" Edward asked, his sharp intuition hitting the nail on the head.
"I'm not sure about that. But I remember they were both signed to the same company early on. Joyce always got the lead roles, while Mrs. Tiffany Wellington was stuck playing villainous supporting roles," Bart explained.
Edward pondered for a moment. "Got it. Keep an eye on Tiffany these days. Let me know immediately if she makes any moves."
Meanwhile, at Riverside Villa...
Tiffany was in her room with Debra, picking out dresses for her birthday party.
Luxurious evening gowns were scattered everywhere—on the clothes rack, the sofa, the bed. Each one was expensive, yet they looked like a pile of colorful rags.
"Absolutely tacky! Are these really the limited editions for this year? The designer has no taste," Debra complained, tossing dresses on the floor like trash and even stepping on them. "Mom, you are the wife of the chairman of the Wellington Group, a former shining star in the entertainment industry! And they send you these rags? It's outrageous!"
Tiffany took a gulp of red wine, feeling suffocated with anger.
Due to Evelyn's repeated interference, Tiffany's reputation in high society had plummeted. Even though she was Patrick's wife, those international luxury brands were unwilling to sponsor her with jewelry and dresses.
For instance, she wanted to choose a couple of evening gowns for her birthday party, but none of the big brands were willing to lend her their haute couture. Even if she offered to buy them at a high price, they refused, fearing she would tarnish their brand.
"Mom, you moved your birthday party to the weekend specifically to challenge Joyce! If you can't get the perfect dress, wouldn't that backfire and make you a laughingstock?" Debra was also anxious.
"A laughingstock? Why would I be a laughingstock?" Tiffany slammed the wine glass on the table, spilling the wine. "I am the mistress of the Wellington family, Patrick's one and only wife. Joyce couldn't beat me before, and she has no right to compete with me now!"
"Yes, you're right!" Debra quickly agreed.
"I must wear something the best!" Tiffany stood up abruptly, her eyes flashing with determination. "Find a way to contact Sharon. I want to borrow a dress designed by her, no matter the cost!"
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