Claiming My Possessive CEO Husband - Chapter 743

Chapter 743: Chapter 743: Is she from the Turner family bloodline?

Sir Turner replied calmly, “Even if she is related to me by blood, the gap between us spans four generations. A paternity test would not be entirely accurate, and I cannot be certain of which grandchild or child she is descended from.”

“Mr. Caleb Mamet, I know you care about her, but…” Sir Turner’s expression turned cold, “Please do not interfere in the Turner family’s matters. Whether or not she truly belongs to our family is for me to decide, and whether or not she qualifies as an heir is also my decision.”

Caleb Mamet was silent for a moment, then curled his lips, “Sir, you are correct. I have no right to meddle in the Turner family’s affairs. However, Xaviera is my wife, and she doesn’t know about her relationship with the Turner family. I hope you won’t harm her and do not in the future take her away without any notice.”

The butler frowned, “Mr. Caleb Mamet, whether or not Miss Evans is a part of the Turner family, we will not harm her. Perhaps you are overly concerned.”

Caleb Mamet’s eyes hardened, “I don’t need to say much about what goes on within the Turner family. Everyone is well aware that family bonds hold little weight in your eyes, and it is the family’s interests that matter most. If it weren’t for your defiance of the natural order, generations of your descendants wouldn’t be plagued by illness.”

His words struck a nerve with Sir Turner, who wouldn’t have allowed his son to suffer from such a terrible disease if he hadn’t been so cold-hearted back then.

Sir Turner looked displeased and did not reply. The butler stepped forward to explain, “Mr. Caleb Mamet, you have misunderstood us. We have been very respectful to Miss Evans and have not mistreated her in any way.”

Caleb Mamet’s expression softened somewhat, “Sir, please ensure that such incidents do not happen again in the future.”

With that said, Caleb Mamet gave a slight nod to Sir Turner and turned to leave.

The butler tried to comfort him, “Sir, don’t take Mr. Caleb Mamet’s words to heart. He is only worried for Miss Evans and has no malice. Besides, none of that could be blamed on you.”

“He’s indeed no ordinary man for knowing the Turner family’s secrets. His anger must be because he’s afraid I’ll do to Xaviera what I did before. He might try to limit my contact with her in the future.”

The butler looked sad, “The mister doesn’t blame you either…” The ‘mister’ he referred to was Sir Turner’s son.

His words were meant to console Sir Turner, but it was impossible not to blame him. Sir Turner’s son was now gravely ill, and his grandson had been missing for many years, leaving the elderly man to bear the burden of the Turner family.

Sir Turner sighed helplessly, “There’s no point in regretting it now. What I should do is treat Xaviera better.”

The butler said helplessly, “Tracy Swift is nothing more than a fool trying to make a name for herself. With Miss Evans’ talent and Mr. Caleb Mamet protecting her, she won’t suffer any losses. You don’t need to get involved in this matter, and you might not know this, but the Elefelli Restaurant is in Miss Evans’ name.”

“Is that so! I’ve been worrying unnecessarily, then. I thought she would be bullied by that Swift girl.” Sir Turner finally relaxed.

Meanwhile, Xaviera and Caleb Mamet got into the car, and he immediately asked, “What did you talk about before I came?”

Xaviera thought for a moment and answered truthfully, “Not much, it’s just that Sir Turner heard about Tracy Swift apprenticing with Lester Bank and boasting about it in front of me.”

“And then they gave me a list of artists and told me to choose one to apprentice under. They also said they would hold a grand apprenticeship banquet for me. I don’t think Sir Turner has any ill intentions – it seems like he’s just trying to stand up for me.”

Although Xaviera didn’t understand why the elder would do such a thing, it was apparent that was the case, or perhaps he had ulterior motives that Xaviera did not know about.

Caleb Mamet wasn’t interested in Tracy Swift’s apprenticeship and instead asked, “Are there any painters you like on that list? Do you want to apprentice under any of them?”

Xaviera shook her head, “I don’t think it’s necessary for me to apprentice anymore. I’ve been learning painting from my grandfather since I was little, and my style is already quite mature. Learning another style now would only make my work disjointed. Besides, my grandfather would be heartbroken if he knew I apprenticed under someone else.”

“What if Cold Night wanted to take you as his disciple?” Caleb Mamet asked lightly, seemingly unconcerned. In reality, however, his heart had already started to race.

After pondering for a moment, Xaviera said, “It would be difficult to refuse Cold Night’s offer to become his disciple, but I’m afraid even studying under him wouldn’t bring about any significant change.”