Prosperous Marriage: Married to My Brother-in-law-Chapter 509: Mother-in-Law and Daughter-in-Law Relationship (1)_1

Glades Horne saw the two doctors out of the room and instructed Uncle Ying to send them off further before returning to the room himself.

Julia Bluen was half-reclining on the bed, seemingly lost in thought. When she saw Glades Horne come in, she immediately withdrew from her deep contemplation. Glades Horne's deep eyes flickered, his lips barely pursed, and after closing the door behind him, he walked back to the bed with measured steps and sat down in front of Julia.

"It's time for a noon rest."

Having said this, he stood up, took off his suit jacket, then sat on the bed again and removed his leather shoes and socks before finally lying down beside Julia. Once he lay down, Julia naturally couldn't keep half-reclining.

"Glades."

"Hmm."

"It's nothing."

After thinking it over, Julia decided not to say anything.

She would find time after their midday rest to have a deep talk with her mother-in-law.

"You went out this morning, driving by yourself."

Glades Horne wrapped his arms around her, allowing her to rest in his embrace. The moment the couple lay on the bed, they habitually embraced like this. His statement was faint, not a question but an affirmation.

Julia's heart skipped a beat. How did he know? Did he have clairvoyance, super hearing? Or did he arrange for bodyguards to follow her as well as others to protect her secretly?

"Every time you call me, it's mostly because you have something to say to me. This time you called me and then said it's nothing; your heart is conflicted. Anything that makes you so conflicted you don't know whether to talk to me about must be something I don't allow you to do. At present, that would be you going out driving by yourself, which I forbid. Julia, I'm not trying to deprive you of your freedom, it's just that I'm too worried about you. The last incident hasn't been resolved yet, and the identity of the lurking villain is still unknown. The adversary has strong counter-surveillance capabilities, making it impossible for me to find out who our hidden enemy is."

Glades Horne stroked her short hair and spoke in a low tone. He had always been able to grasp his wife's thoughts. If she hid something from him, he could usually guess it to a great extent.

"Hmm."

Julia hummed in response, not bothering to argue with him.

She closed her eyes, listening to Glades Horne's steady and strong heartbeat as she began to drift off to sleep.

Once sure that the person in his arms was asleep, Glades Horne gently moved her out of his embrace, looking deeply at her sleeping form. He planted a kiss on her forehead, then carefully sat up, trying not to disturb her. He put on his suit jacket, shoes, and socks, and then quietly left the room.

During the rest period, everyone in the house was taking a noon rest.

Midday rest is beneficial to health, and the Horne Family, being health-conscious, naturally had this habit.

Glades Horne picked up the landline in the second-floor hallway and made an internal call. In a few minutes, he saw the housekeeper, Uncle Ying, and the four bodyguards of Julia Bluen coming upstairs.

All five approached Glades Horne, their faces betraying no panic, as though they had anticipated that sooner or later Glades Horne would summon them for questioning. In their minds, the young master had vast powers; if there was something he cared to know, there was no keeping it from him. They were well aware that the young master was informed of even the slightest details about his wife's daily routines, from what she ate to how much water she drank.

"Young Master."

Uncle Ying lowered his voice, aware that the household was resting and it wouldn't be suitable to speak loudly.

Glades Horne turned and passed by the five, then in a deep voice said, "Follow me to the study room."

The five quickly turned and followed him to the second-floor study room.

Pushing open the study room door, Glades Horne walked straight to the sofa and lazily leaned back into it before coldly asking the four bodyguards, "What did the young madam do this morning, who did she meet?"

After exchanging glances, one of the bodyguards responded.

The bodyguard recounted that after Glades Horne had left the house, Julia Bluen received a call from Rachel Bailey and then drove out by herself. After the two friends met, Julia managed to lose the bodyguards following her. By the time they located Julia, they witnessed her and Rachel Bailey chasing a man. Julia had caught this man red-handed harassing Adele Horne.

Listening to the bodyguard's report, Glades Horne's expression shifted slightly.

He asked no further questions, waved them off with a gesture, indicating they could leave.

Left to himself, he sank into deep thought, pondering silently.

「Meanwhile, in another part of the city, the South Hill District's Waterfront New Village.」

Hansen Ruiz hurried home, eager to take Rachel Bailey out for dinner. When he arrived, however, the sight of a familiar luxury car parked in the courtyard immediately dampened his good mood. Unconsciously, his brow furrowed.

Why has mother come again?

The home was filled with the aromas of cooking, a mélange of dishes and rice.

As soon as Hansen got out of his car, the enticing smells hit him, making him feel famished, as if he were a starving ghost eager to rush in and feast.

Hearing the sound of the car, Alwin Ruiz, Hansen's mother, came out of the house. She was wearing a new apron, suggesting she had just been busy in the kitchen. On seeing him, she smiled warmly, "Hansen, you're back, come on in quickly, wash your hands and have a seat, we'll be ready to eat soon. I cooked for you personally today; make sure to give it a try, dear."

Hansen approached, his face wearing its usual warm smile, though inwardly he was scoffing: I've lived for thirty-six years, mother, when have you ever cooked a meal for me?

His mother was never skilled in the kitchen; even when she did cook, the best outcome was simply having the dishes cooked through. He dared not hope for her to prepare something delicious. The delicious aromas he savored were undoubtedly from dishes his wife had made.

"Mom."

Approaching Alwin Ruiz, Hansen still greeted her. Regardless of how unwelcome his mother's visit was, or even if she came with a scheme, she was still his mother. He would not make any rash moves until he discovered the purpose of this visit.

If the enemy doesn't move, neither will I.