Dear Sweetheart novel

While she was on the computer, she discovered that the email application was inaccessible, perhaps due

to some plug-in problems.

After asking for Curtis’ permission, she headed to the study to use the computer there.

With so many of its factories closed down, Faymon Group saw a huge drop in its share prices. It was

something everyone had been paying attention to recently, so Rayna surfed the web after she was done

working.

As she scrolled through the news articles, she found out that Sanders Group had announced earlier in

the day that they had given twenty percent of the company’s shares to Jasmine.

It seemed like Faymon Group’s issue did not affect Sanders Group much despite the previous

announcement of Curtis and Jasmine’s engagement.

According to the information Kristie gave to Rayna, Jasmine had never received much love ever since

she entered the Sanders family. They continued to regard her as an illegitimate child, so she was not

given many opportunities in Sanders Group.

Since they decided to give her the company’s shares, it must mean that they were acknowledging her as

part of the Sanders family.

Rayna scrolled down the page and scanned through the other headlines.

Jasmine is no ordinary character, judging from how she managed to snag twenty percent of Sanders

Group’s shares without much fuss. I don’t think the other daughters of the Sanders family own more

shares than she does. Based on what Wyatt said last time, I’m sure Carl is Theodore’s son. In that case,

could Carl be related to Jasmine?

She was eager to find out the truth. If Carl was the child of Theodore and Jasmine, then Jasmine should

not marry Curtis. That would be too messy of a relationship.

“Huh?” While Rayna was deep in her thoughts, she seemed to have accidentally clicked on something

as countless video thumbnails popped up on the screen.

They seemed to be surveillance cameras footages.

Since Curtis was the only person living in such a huge mansion, Rayna thought it was normal for him to

install surveillance cameras. She randomly clicked on a file, only to see that it was the footage from the

day Naomi and the company executives came to the mansion for a meeting.

In the video, the group was seen heading to the second floor and did not come back down even after a

long time. Curtis also went upstairs using the stair lift.

Finding it boring, Rayna clicked on the fast-forward button until it was nighttime in the video. She saw

herself fainting in the kitchen and Curtis heading to her in his wheelchair. Afterward, he tried to wake her

up by patting her cheek while making a phone call.

The doctor came by to perform a checkup on her and left, then Curtis proceeded to feed her the liquid

medicine. It seemed like he had a hard time doing that, so he ended up taking the liquid himself and

feeding it to her with his mouth.

Rayna’s face turned as red as a tomato as she watched everything unfold.

My goodness. I can’t watch this any longer. This is so embarrassing. How could I make Uncle Curtis…

I’m so embarrassed!

“Ms. Garland.”

A knock came from the door at that moment, followed by Curtis’ deep voice. “Are you done working?”

“Y-Yes!” Rayna squeaked and hastily turned off the computer, fearing that he would come in on his own.

Soon, she opened the door and asked, “What’s the matter?”

Curtis glanced at her and remarked, “Were you in a sauna? Your face is so red.”

Rayna touched her face out of reflex. Indeed, she was burning.

At the thought of what she had just seen, she could not bring herself to meet his eyes. Hence, she tilted

her head to the side and lied, “It’s a bit stuffy in the study, and I forgot to turn on the air conditioner.”

“Ms. Garland, I can at least afford that much electricity. But if word gets out that someone died in the

study, it will be difficult to sell this mansion,” Curtis quipped with a faint smile, his hand resting on the

armrest of his wheelchair.

The sense of shame within Rayna vanished at that instant. She glared at him and uttered through

clenched teeth, “Thanks for the kind reminder, Mr. Faymon!”

“You’re welcome. Go and make lunch.”

Lunch? Go make it yourself! Rayna was tempted to snap at him, but she did not have the guts to do so.

In the end, she stomped her way down the stairs without saying anything.

Curtis followed her downstairs, where he noticed the huge glass jar Rayna had left in the corner of the

living room. Upon moving closer to it, he could whiff a fruity fragrance.

“Is this wine?” he asked.

Rayna stuck her head out of the kitchen and took a quick look. She then continued to rinse the

vegetables while answering, “Yes. My mom made it herself.”

Hearing that, Curtis recalled the sweet soup he had the last time. Wasn’t that soup made by her mom as

well? It was quite delicious. I bet this wine tastes good, too.

With that in mind, he removed the jar’s cover. As Rayna was busy preparing lunch, she had no idea what

was happening in the living room.

Besides, she would not stop him even if she saw him. Since the wine was homemade, its alcohol content

was low compared to that of the liquors sold on the market.

When Rayna finally finished cooking, she was already covered in sweat. She placed the food on a platter

and brought them out, but the scene before her made her jaw drop the next instant. The jar of wine was

half empty by then, yet Curtis was still drinking from it.

“Mr. Faymon, that’s wine, not water! Aren’t you drinking too much?” she exclaimed.

“It tastes quite good.” Curtis raised his head and looked at her like an obedient puppy. His eyes were

filled with delight as he added gently, “Mom’s got incredible winemaking skills.”

What?

Rayna stared at him in utter bewilderment.

He touched his face and frowned in confusion. “Sweetheart, why are you looking at me like that?”

She stood frozen in the same spot for two seconds, her mind as blank as an empty bottle. Then, she

scrambled to the kitchen for her phone and swiftly dialed Linda’s number.

Once the call got connected, she stammered, “Mom, what’s in the glass jar you gave me? Is it really

wine? Did you add anything else while you were making it?”

“No.”

“Mom, think hard about it!”

“Hold on.”

Linda began fumbling with something on the other end of the line. After quite some time, she said

casually, “Oh, how careless of me. I gave you the wine I was planning to sell before. Why? Does it taste

bad?”

Rayna glanced at Curtis and managed a dry laugh. “It tastes good. In fact, someone got drunk from it.”

I knew it! There’s no way homemade wine could have such high alcohol content!