Rory Linden hadn’t expected Miles Harrison to have ntioned their relationship to Auntie Vincent.
She feigned surprise, her mouth opening slightly. She hesitated before saying, "He must have... told you a long ti ago, right?"
"Not that long ago. Maybe... a year or two."
Auntie Vincent had been over forty when she left the Harrington Family.
Now she was in her fifties.
A year or two wasn’t a long ti for her.
"Young Master Harrison and I were together, but we’ve broken up now."
A corner of Rory Linden’s mouth twitched, as if it took a great effort to manage a smile.
As soon as she finished speaking, she bent down and picked up the things she had brought. "Auntie Vincent, I studied dicine in college. It’s a perfect chance for to take a look and see how your health is doing."
"Alright, alright."
Auntie Vincent could tell that Rory Linden didn’t want to talk about it.
Having been with the Harrington Family for so many years, she was all too familiar with Rory Linden and the family’s situation.
It wasn’t surprising that the two of them had gotten together.
And it wasn’t surprising that they had broken up.
But she was just a nanny; it wasn’t her place to ddle in her employer’s affairs.
Rory Linden took out the items she had prepared from her bag.
She took the older woman’s blood pressure, checked her heart, and finally used a glucose ter to test her blood sugar.
Once she was done with everything, Rory Linden said, "Everything is normal. Just keep taking your blood pressure dication on schedule."
She placed the glucose ter on the table. "Auntie Vincent, I’ll leave this glucose ter for you. Rember to test again tomorrow before breakfast. A pre-al blood sugar level below 7.8 is normal. After that, just check it periodically. If there’s anything you don’t understand, feel free to contact anyti."
"Okay, okay, thank you."
Auntie Vincent couldn’t hide her delight.
"This is fish oil and these are calcium tablets." Rory Linden brought over the things she’d bought. "They’re all supplents from reputable companies, so they’re very safe. You shouldn’t just buy these things anywhere. Getting a bad brand can actually be harmful to your health."
"It’s not easy for you young people to make money. You don’t need to buy these things."
Auntie Vincent refused.
"I’ve already bought them, and I can’t return them."
Rory Linden sat down, unwrapped the packaging, took out a pen and so sticky notes, and carefully wrote down the dosage instructions for each supplent before sticking the notes onto the bottles.
She placed the bottles next to the television. "There. From now on, just take them according to these dosages every day. When you run out, I’ll bring you more."
"No, you don’t have to. I can buy them myself."
"Auntie Vincent, please don’t refuse ." Rory Linden turned around, her expression sincere. "You know my situation. I have no parents now. You and my mother were close, so I want to do sothing nice for you. It’s a way for to feel connected, in a way."
As she said this, Rory Linden felt a pang of guilt.
She knew about Auntie Vincent’s situation.
Unlike her mother, Auntie Vincent had started working for the Harrington Family in her twenties and was in her forties when she left.
During those years, she lived and ate at the Harrington estate, and her job was to take care of Miles Harrison. She never married, let alone had children.
She had probably planned on retiring with the Harrington Family.
But unexpectedly, the Harrington Family dismissed her after Miles Harrison graduated from elentary school.
At forty-sothing, she might still have been able to marry, but it was nearly impossible to have children.
Rory Linden had been observing the room’s decor ever since she ca in.
After all, Auntie Vincent had been a nanny, so her ho was clean and tidy.
On the cabinets and tables, there were almost no superfluous decorations.
There were no photos with other people.
The daily necessities were also all portions for one person.
It seed Auntie Vincent had been living alone ever since she left the Harrington Family.
She was using this fact to get closer to Auntie Vincent, hoping she would reveal so of the things she knew.
Only then did Auntie Vincent turn around, wash a cup in the kitchen, and pour a glass of warm water. "Have so water."
Seeing the older woman walk out of the kitchen, Rory Linden imdiately went to et her and take the cup.
Auntie Vincent studied Rory Linden for a mont before asking, "If you don’t mind, why don’t you stay for lunch?"
"I don’t mind at all!"
Rory Linden responded at once.
"Then wait here for . I’m going to buy groceries."
"I’ll go with you. I can help you carry things."
Rory Linden took a sip of water, set the cup down, and looked ready to head out with the older woman at a mont’s notice.
Auntie Vincent didn’t refuse.
The two of them went to the produce market at the entrance of the residential complex.
Rory Linden took the initiative to buy at for the older woman, having the butcher cut so of it up and have so of it ground, and also bought fish fillets and chicken breasts.
She also bought fruits and vegetables.
They bought so much that it wouldn’t all fit in the small cart Auntie Vincent had brought, leaving Rory Linden’s hands completely full with bags.
On the way back, Auntie Vincent said over and over, "When we get back, add up how much it was. I’ll transfer the money to you."
"Don’t worry about it," Rory Linden said with a smile. "I’m earning money now. It’s a sha my mom passed away so early and I can’t spend it on her. It makes happy to be able to spend it on you."
The walk wasn’t long.
Auntie Vincent was silent the whole way.
Back at the apartnt, Rory Linden again took the initiative to help the older woman with the prep work.
Once the food was served, she took one bite and imdiately turned into a one-woman praise parade: "Delicious! I haven’t had your cooking in so long. It’s just as good as I rember."
In front of Auntie Vincent, Rory Linden ate heartily.
She finished one bowl of rice and went to get another.
In reality, she didn’t have that big of an appetite; she was just forcing herself to eat so much to make the older woman happy.
By the ti she finished the second bowl of rice, she felt like the food was already up to her throat.
One more bite and she would throw up.
Even so, she still wore an unsatisfied expression and admitted frankly, "I really wish I could eat more, but my stomach is completely full."
"It’s alright, it’s alright. From now on, whenever you want a ho-cooked al, just co over and I’ll make it for you."
Auntie Vincent watched Rory Linden eat, her own expression full of satisfaction.
Rory Linden swallowed her last bite of food and sighed. "Sigh... I rember my mom was a great cook, too. If only she were still alive..."
This sentence stirred Auntie Vincent’s mories.
She looked at Rory Linden’s face and also sighed. "Yes, your mother was a truly good person. A hard worker, a quick learner, and she never complained about any problems she faced."
"Really?" Rory Linden propped her chin on one hand. "Auntie, can you tell more about my mom? Anything at all."
Only then did Auntie Vincent begin to speak.
Little by little, she recounted the things she rembered.
Most of it was trivial matters.
But...
As she spoke, the older woman sighed. "Quinn Linden was good at everything, but she had a terrible fate. Her mistake was being too beautiful. A child from a poor family shouldn’t have been so beautiful."
"Why?" Rory Linden asked imdiately. "My mother was just a nanny, and she was already married back then. What does being beautiful or not have to do with anything?"
"Sigh."
Auntie Vincent clearly didn’t want to say more.
Rory Linden said deliberately, "My mother’s life was hard, but I’m so glad she ca to the Harrington Family. Even though Young Master Harrison and I broke up, I still think the Harringtons are all good people, especially Old Mr. Harrison. If he hadn’t agreed to let my mother bring with her back then, my father would have definitely sold ."
"Old Mr. Harrison? Victor Harrison?!" Auntie Vincent sneered. "What’s so good about that old bastard!"
Victor Harrison was Sean Harrison’s father.
Rory Linden imdiately asked, "Grandpa Harrison wasn’t a good person? I rarely saw him, but on the few occasions I did, he was always very nice to . He even gave spending money."
"..."
"Also, he used to say things like he hoped I’d grow up quickly."
Rory Linden had just made that up.
Victor Harrison was already dead. No one would be able to verify that statent.
Auntie Vincent froze for a second, her expression imdiately filling with hatred. "That old bastard! What he did to Quinn Linden was one thing, but to not even spare a child!"
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