Chapter 817

Although Della nearly spoke her thoughts aloud, she ultimately decided to swallow them instead. Meanwhile, Maurice silently watched everything unfold, deftly concealing a brief flicker of displeasure that passed across his face. Rumors had circulated that Bianca had spent her years in the countryside, but looks could be misleading. With such a commanding presence, it was clear she hadn't grown up in an ordinary household. Upon seeing Della being neglected, Oliver held back from immediately coming to her defense. Instead, he smoothly steered the conversation in a different direction, as if such situations were routine. "Helen, I'm a year older than you. If you ever need help with anything in the future, feel free to ask me." "What kind of help can you offer?" Helen asked, her expression remaining stoic. Oliver had initially meant it as a polite gesture, not expecting her earnest response. He was momentarily caught off guard, a hint of embarrassment crossing his face. However, he