"Speaking of this," Mrs. Price continued, "We were also lucky. In the early days, before housing prices began to rise, we used our first pot of gold from starting a business to buy a building."
She said a building.
Not an apartnt.
Hearing this, Delia Frieman widened her eyes in surprise and said, "Uncle and auntie were very far-sighted! The housing prices must have been very cheap then, right?"
At that ti, the idea of buying a house wasn't very strong among the people.
Firstly, they felt a house was ant for living in, that's it.
Secondly, they were afraid of taking on a mortgage.
Mrs. Price nodded with a smile, "At that ti, the price of a building was around two million. Your uncle even argued with over this! Fortunately, I insisted, otherwise, we would all be suffering now."
Upon hearing this, Mr. Price said sowhat embarrassedly, "I didn't think housing prices would rise so rapidly back then."
"When we realized that house prices would surely inflate, we took on a mortgage of over five million and bought two more buildings. Even now, I feel we were brave then. It was like a newborn calf not afraid of a tiger," Mrs. Price reminisced. "Later, when house prices soared, we sold a building which gave us nearly a hundred million in revenue. But by today's standard, it still feels like a loss! We used that money to pay off the mortgage and expand our business."
"Auntie, you are amazing!" Delia praised.
Mrs. Price smiled and said, "Delia, I really like you. Do you know why?"
"I don't know." Delia shook her head.
She honestly didn't know.
After all, aside from her outstanding work ability, there was nothing that accentuated her.
So, she was always curious. Why did Mrs. Price favor her so much, even disregarding her past?
Mrs. Price looked at Delia seriously and said, "Because you remind of myself when I was young."
At first, the mont she learned about Delia's past, Mrs. Price's initial reaction was to reject her.
She did not consider Delia a good girl.
That is, until she t Delia.
She was like a lotus blooming in a pond, rising from the mud, yet she remained pure.
Later, she investigated Delia's past.
Besides feeling pity, she had no other thoughts.
It's not right to impose the mistakes of her birth family onto Delia.
After battling internally overnight, she decided to support Noah's pursuit of Delia, believing that Delia's future self would undoubtedly make Noah even better."
In more straightforward terms, she thought Delia was a good girl who could bring luck to her husband.
Having said this, Mrs. Price patted Delia's hand and said seriously, "So child, you must treat Noah well. He's young and can be immature at tis. Be patient with him, and if he dares to bully you, you must tell . I'll help you teach him a lesson. After getting married, if you're not comfortable living with the elderly, move to the new house. Once you have a baby, you don't need to worry, spend your confinent period in a postnatal care center, and then you can hand the baby over to ."
As a woman herself, Mrs. Price understands that a mother-in-law and a daughter-in-law are natural enemies so she tries her best to diate.
She firmly believes that, as long as she treats her daughter-in-law like her own daughter, soday, the daughter-in-law will think of her as a mother too.
Mrs. Price doesn't have a daughter of her own, so she treats Delia as her own child.
Of course, it's useless to just talk. She must prove it with her actions.
Actions speak louder than words.
"Thank you, auntie." Delia looked at Mrs. Price, her eyes a little red.
Mrs. Price continued, "By the way, child. I heard from Noah that you have an elder sister and a younger sister here. When your elder sister has ti, your uncle and I will go pay her a visit."
She said visit.
It was full of respect in her words.
Although Delia was fully prepared when she arrived, she was still taken aback, "I will discuss with my sister when I get back."
"Alright." Mrs. Price nodded with a smile, "I'm waiting for your news."
Afterwards, Mrs. Price walked Delia around the house, introducing her to the layout of the ho.
She even took out a photo album of Noah's childhood to share with Delia.
Noah was quite annoyed!
Because the entire morning, his mother was with Delia, and he didn't get any ti alone with Delia.
Noah looked at Mr. Price, "Dad, I never noticed before, but mom talks a lot, doesn't she?"
She could talk all morning without taking a break.
She's unbelievable!
Mr. Price laughed and said, "You know your mother well. She talks a lot when she's with soone she likes. It seems she genuinely likes your girlfriend!"
On the other side.
Rachel Barton has been at ho for a day, but she hasn't seen Delia return.
At this point, she understood that she and Delia could only maintain a polite sibling relationship.
As for this ho.
Rachel didn't want to stay for long.
She packed her bag and prepared to leave.
Looking at Rachel about to leave, Dolores Frieman said with concern, "Rachel, it's late. Where are you going?"
"Back to school."
After saying these words, Rachel closed the door behind her.
Thud.
Seeing Rachel's retreating figure, Dolores sighed and didn't say much.
Walking alone on the street.
Rachel had her head down.
She felt sad and heartbroken.
She wished that she could et Mr. White at this mont.
Just then.
A car stopped next to Rachel.
Rachel turned her head and saw a familiar face.
Her heart skipped a beat.
It was Mr. White.
Turns out they were destined.
"Marcus ..."
Rachel spoke tentatively.
She wanted to be on an equal footing with Mr. White, like Viola Thompson.
Surprisingly, Mr. White didn't say much, and instead said, "I'll give you a ride."
Give her a ride.
Hearing these words, Rachel's heart was as sweet as honey.
She knew that Mr. White liked her.
Otherwise, he wouldn't indulge her so much.
She walked towards the passenger side.
After opening the passenger side door, she found a cup of Milk Tea spilled on the seat.
Mr. White said, "Or you can sit in the back?"
Rachel had no choice but to sit in the back.
Sitting in the back, she looked at Mr. White's profile, with her heart beating fast.
One beat after another.
Soon, the car stopped in front of the school gate.
Looking at Mr. White.
Suddenly, Rachel felt an impulse.
She wanted to confess her feelings to Mr. White.
When two people like each other, one person must always make the first move. If they only suspect each other's feelings, they will only lose each other and drift further apart.
No ti is better than the present.
After all, she and Mr. White were so destined.
She wanted to make everyone who looks down upon her regret it. After all, compared to the White family, what is the Price family?
In the future, she will be Mr. White's girlfriend, and the future head lady of the White family.
Rachel swallowed and looked at Mr. White, "Marcus, I have sothing to tell you."
"Go ahead."
Rachel was considering her words, "Marcus, I like you."
Hearing these words, she looked at Mr. White, her eyes full of anticipation.
Even though the answer was expected, she still looked forward to Mr. White's response.
Mr. White must be very excited at this mont, right?
After all, there is nothing more exciting than being confessed to by the girl you like.
"I have soone else in my heart," Mr. White's voice was sowhat cold after saying this, "Also, it's not right for you to call Marcus."
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