Just as the police officers left, a few cleaners called by Warren Prescott arrived.
The person in charge was Mrs. Chase.
The mont Ashley Shaw saw Mrs. Chase, she had a bad feeling.
Sure enough, not long after the living room was restored to its original state and the people were sent off, Ashley Shaw received a call from Elder Prescott.
"Ashley, I heard that your friend, oh yes, Ariana, had so issues at ho?"
Ashley Shaw quickly glanced at Warren Prescott.
Warren Prescott t her gaze expressionlessly, and Ashley Shaw knew it was Mrs. Chase who had ntioned it.
"It’s nothing serious, just Ariana had an argunt with her mom."
"Is it that woman who helps her boyfriend’s daughter instead of her own?"
Ashley Shaw widened her eyes slightly, feeling lucky that Ariana Grant was boiling water and didn’t hear this, while also surprised that Grandpa Prescott even knew about this.
But she understood that Grandpa Prescott was asking out of good intentions, so she patiently replied, "Yes, that’s her."
"Tsk! What right does such a woman have to be a mother?"
"Why is it that those who desperately want children can’t have them, yet heartless people like her get to be mothers?"
Elder Prescott berated Jade Coleman on the phone for over a minute before finally getting to the point.
"Ashley, I was thinking, even though you and Ariana live at ho, there are so inconveniences and safety issues for two girls living alone. So I was wondering, would you consider moving back ho with your friend before the school term starts?"
"On one hand, the family can take better care of you both. With so many maids at ho, they have nothing to do, so looking after you would give them sothing worthwhile to do, ensuring my salary isn’t wasted."
"On the other hand, I’m an old man bored at ho. If you guys are nearby, you can keep company."
"Also, living outside involves expenses, but if you’re at ho, at least the costs of als and utilities are saved. Wouldn’t you agree?"
"Of course, the most important thing is safety. You know our place, let alone your friend’s mom, not even a mosquito can get in. There’s absolutely no chance you’d be bullied."
Elder Prescott detailed the benefits of them moving in, almost talking his tongue off.
It wasn’t until Ariana Grant finished boiling water and prepared the unique passion fruit tea she boasted about to the cleaners, that Elder Prescott finally asked her thoughts.
"Ashley, what do you think?"
Ashley Shaw really didn’t want to hurt the old man’s feelings, but she still forced herself to say, "I’m sorry, Grandpa Prescott. We won’t be moving in. It’s too much trouble. And we’re soon moving to Aethelgard, moving back and forth is a hassle."
Elder Prescott paused for a mont on the other end, then asked, "You’re moving to Aethelgard so soon? There’s still over twenty days of sumr left."
"Not imdiately. We’re planning to go in about a week to get accustod early."
"Then you could at least stay here for a week! If you’re worried about moving things, don’t move anything! We’ve got everything here ready. If you need anything, just tell Mrs. Chase to buy it!"
"It’s really no trouble, and my friend isn’t used to it."
Ariana Grant beside her was frantically winking, asking: [Not used to what?]
Ashley Shaw pretended not to see Ariana Grant’s excessive winking and said, "I’m sorry, Grandpa Prescott. I’ll visit you before we leave."
"In that case, co over for dinner tonight; I happen to have a gift for you for school."
Having declined moving in, refusing dinner too would be inexcusable.
Ashley Shaw had no choice but to say, "Okay, we’ll co for dinner."
"Alright then, it’s settled. Dinner’s at five-thirty, co early and you can play chess with . I’ve improved a lot recently; you might not even beat now."
"Okay."
The living room was very quiet, and even though Ashley Shaw didn’t have the speaker on, Warren Prescott heard the entire conversation with Elder Prescott clearly.
His eyelids twitched gently, his feelings uncertain.
In the past, knowing Ashley Shaw wouldn’t move back ho would be cause for celebration with fireworks.
However, tis have changed, and just now he really hoped Ashley Shaw would agree to move back with grandpa.
Regardless of the inner turmoil, his face remained expressionless.
"Who was on the phone?" Ariana Grant asked.
"Grandpa Prescott, he wants us over for dinner."
"What? Us?"
"Yes, I accepted on your behalf."
Ariana Grant instinctively glanced at Warren Prescott.
Unlike Ashley, Ashley going back for dinner was going ho; for her, it was really being a guest.
Would Warren Prescott find her an intrusion?
Yet she heard Warren Prescott ask, "Where’s the passion fruit tea you ntioned?"
"Here it is!"
Ariana Grant quickly poured a cup for Warren Prescott.
When the cleaners were leaving, she casually asked if Warren Prescott wanted to try her homade passion fruit freeze-dried tea.
She thought Warren Prescott would dismiss homade things, but he actually nodded and agreed.
So now they were in this situation.
Warren Prescott lightly blew into the cup, then earnestly tasted the flavor.
His expression froze slightly the next mont.
Ariana Grant, watching his expression the entire ti, felt nervous when she saw his sudden change.
"N-not good, right?"
She had the talent for eating but not for cooking; the only thing she could present was these homade fruit teas.
She even bought a freeze-drier specifically for making these odd freeze-dried items.
The passion fruit freeze-dried tea was her proudest creation.
But... was it still disliked?
However, the next mont Warren Prescott said, "Is this fruit tea really made by you?"
Ariana Grant paused, then nodded and said, "Yes, why ask?"
"I think I’ve tasted this sowhere else before."
"Impossible." Ariana Grant said without thinking, "My fruit tea is unique in the world; it’s not just passion fruit, but also about seventy-eight different ingredients, so it can’t taste the sa as anything else."
She had also told Ashley that when they went to Aethelgard, they would run a night market stall together, just selling these fruit teas there.
She tuned each tea’s flavor repeatedly to ensure they were delicious while adding unique innovations.
Especially this passion fruit tea; its taste was exceptionally distinctive.
Ashley Shaw knew this very well too; a trace of doubt appeared in her eyes, and she directly asked Warren Prescott, "Where did you taste sothing similar?"
Warren Prescott originally ntioned it casually, not expecting them to react so seriously.
He couldn’t help but take it seriously and began to recall earnestly.
"I think it was at... the Spectator Live headquarters."
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