Belinda laughed heartily. It had been a while since the whole family had sat down for a al together.
She reached out to serve Rosemary.
"No need, Grandma, I can do it myself."
Rosemary took the initiative to serve food to the elders. David held out his bowl expectantly.
"What would David like?"
"Whatever you feel like serving. I’m not picky."
As long as it was served by his beloved sister—even a clove of garlic or a slice of onion—he would finish it all!
Rosemary chuckled and served him a shrimp. David was over the moon, imdiately took out his phone to snap a photo, and posted it on Twitter:
[This is the most delicious shrimp I’ve eaten in my entire life.]
He even teased his brothers in a group chat:
[Rose’s shrimp, it’s big, fresh, and sweet]
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David’s mood got even better, and he ate with gusto.
Serena felt like a thorn in a cushion. She felt like an outsider. Everyone was chatting with Rosemary, and hardly anyone noticed her.
She kept consoling herself: Uncle Sampson and Grandma just recognized Rosemary. They were curious about her, so naturally, they would ask her more questions, care about her, and talk to her.
But on second thought—Mom, Dad, and even David, who had been with Rosemary for such a long ti—were ignoring her, which was quite unreasonable.
"Serena, try this." Sampson noticed that Serena was unusually quiet today and served her so food.
"Thank you, Uncle Sampson."
Rosemary was oblivious to the fact that this type of shrimp had sold out in the market.
Seafood vendors didn’t understand.
"Why are so many people buying this type of shrimp today? So have run around several markets and couldn’t find it, so they ca to buy from ."
"Because this is the sa type of shrimp David had!" A fan took out her phone, showed the photo David had posted, and said excitedly:
"We want this type of shrimp! David said it was the most delicious shrimp he’s ever eaten. We want to try it too!"
"Oh, so that’s why..." The vendor still didn’t understand. A superstar takes a bite of shrimp, and it causes such a stir?
"I’ll take the rest, pack them all for !" a fan said generously.
"No, no, we are all David’s fans. Could you leave two pounds of shrimp, sis?"
"A pound is enough for ."
"Or, how about we eat together at noon? Then we can take a picture and post it on Twitter @David."
"That sounds great!"
anwhile, several major grocery shopping apps also quickly launched this type of shrimp:
Delivered to your ho within an hour. David’s exact type of shrimp—$59.9 per pound, $100 for two pounds.
After dinner.
Rosemary took her grandma for a walk in the garden. Serena mustered up the courage to approach.
"Rosemary, let do it."
From the mont Grandma woke up, Rosemary had been monopolizing her for a long ti.
She also wanted to get closer to her grandma, afraid that her grandma would grow distant from her—the granddaughter with no blood ties—now that she had a biological granddaughter.
But Belinda kindly said, "Let Rose accompany for a while longer. You go rest first."
"Grandma, I’m not tired. I was waiting outside the door this morning. When I heard you woke up, I rushed in. I want to accompany you too."
"I need to talk to your sister."
Only then did Serena say sowhat awkwardly, "Then Rosemary, when you’re tired, call , and I’ll take care of Grandma."
"Alright." Rosemary agreed.
Serena left the garden sowhat dejectedly. Just now at the dinner table, Grandma and Rosemary had talked so much, and they still had more to say.
How could there be so much to talk about?!
It must be because of the robot incident. Grandma thought she was a coward—thought Rosemary, the biological granddaughter, was more reliable.
She hated herself. She should have been braver, reacted faster. Then she wouldn’t have been upstaged by Rosemary!
No, she had to figure out a way to get her grandma’s attention back on her.
Just then, she received a WhatsApp ssage.
[What’re you up to?] —It was from Martin.
Serena had no intention of responding to him, but she thought about it—and apart from Martha, she had no one else to confide in!
So she replied with an unhappy emoji.
Martin called her, wanting to find out what happened, but nobody answered. So he ssaged her on WhatsApp again:
[What’s wrong?]
[Who upset you?]
[Do you feel aggrieved?]
After a while, seeing no response from Serena, Martin called her again.
On the other end, nobody picked up. Martin stared at his phone, worry evident in his eyes.
"Martin, how many tis have I called you! I’ve practically knocked the door down—what on earth are you doing?"
A young heir pushed the door of the Presidential Suite wide open, only to find Martin sitting on the couch, engrossed in his phone.
"You’re just sitting here, and you didn’t even open the door for . Never mind, it’s Christmas today. How about we go out and have so fun?"
"Can that make soone happy?" Martin seed to be asking, but also seed to have found an answer.
"Of course, isn’t it better than sitting here like a log?"
"Then I’m leaving." Martin grabbed his jacket and brushed past him.
As Martin entered the elevator, the young heir tried to follow him in, but was warned off by his gaze and could only stop in his tracks.
"You... you’re not actually going to find her, are you?"
Before he could finish his sentence, the elevator doors closed.
Serena stood on the balcony of her bedroom, watching as Rosemary wheeled her grandma around the garden.
She so wanted to be close to Grandma.
Her phone lit up again and again. When she checked it, she saw 4 missed calls and 7 unread ssages.
[Serena, do you want to go out and have so fun?]
[Or would you prefer to go shopping?]
[No matter what you want to do, I’ll be there with you.]
[Don’t be upset.]
Serena let out a cold laugh. She had said she was not happy, but in half an hour, this guy had only made 4 calls and sent 7 ssages—clearly he didn’t take her seriously!
Serena continued to ignore him, but after a while, she suddenly saw a bunch of smiley face balloons being released into the sky.
Each balloon had a huge smiley face.
There were so many of them—it was quite a sight to behold.
She was a little surprised. Then she looked at her phone. It was a surprise Martin had prepared for her.
[Serena, do you see the balloons?]
[Do you feel better?]
[I hope you can smile like these faces every day. You look the best when you smile.]
[Don’t be upset.]
[No matter what happens, if you don’t want to know, I’ll just be there for you. If you want my help, I’ll definitely see it through.]
The usually reticent Martin even sent her a rare hug emoji.
Serena finally felt a little better.
[Not bad, you know how to be romantic.]
[Do you like it?] Martin asked gently.
[Next ti, we’ll do it again.]
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