Filed to story: Returning to Her Not-So-Poor Family
“Bella!”
At that moment, a crowd of people rushed towards Mirabella, all inquiring about her injuries.
But Mirabella was calmly inspecting the fragments of the robot, “This robot is a knockoff. It looks like the popular high-end intelligent robot CX203, but it’s made up of substandard parts inside, and the explosion was due to the poor quality of these components.”
The crowd was astonished. How could a substandard product appear in Sampson’s house?
At that moment, a servant knelt down, crying in fear, “Yes, I’m sorry, Mr. Sampson. I didn’t check properly when this batch of robots arrived. It almost injured Ms. Bella and Old Mrs. Griffith. I’m really sorry.”“It already has.” Sampson’s eyes darkened, but when he looked at Mirabella, they softened, “I’ll have a nurse check you over, and if necessary, we’ll go to the hospital.”
“Yes, yes, we should go. I didn’t even react when the explosion happened, and Bella had already thrown herself on me to protect me.” Belinda was particularly moved. She hadn’t expected the child to risk her own life to protect her.
“It’s fine. I’m a doctor.” Mirabella was confident, “I just got hit, but I have many layers on, I’m alright.”
“Really? You cant lie to me.’ Louisa was still very worried.
“Really, I’m fine.” Mirabella walked over to her grandmother, pushing her wheelchair, “Let’s go have dinner.”
“Have someone thoroughly investigate where this originated from.” Sampson instructed.
Was it someone daring enough to sell him a knockoff armong a batch of real ones?
Or had someone secretly switched the genuine one out?
Or was it due to some other reason?
“Find it out”
“Yes.” The butler was terrified, relieved that Ms. Bella hadn’t been injured or bleeding, otherwise, he’d be in trouble for his lack of oversight!
After this incident, Belinda had Mirabella sit next to her, with David shamelessly sitting on Mirabella’s other side.
Sampson voiced his concern, “You have plenty of time to eat with your sister at home. I’m only here for a few days, won’t you get up?”“Uncle Sampson, you’re an elder, and you’re fighting for a seat with your junior.” David refused to budge, “If you want to have dinner with Bella, you can visit her at home.”
“I will visit more often in the future.”
“Forget it, Sampson, I’ve never won a fight for a seat next to Bella, let’s sit together.” Kenneth pulled Sampson down to sit.
“David, your eleventh global tour concert is in Lidaria, right?”
The implication behind Sampson’s words was: you still have time to change your mind.
“Uncle Sampson, I understand!” David chuckled, “You’ll definitely bring a crowd to support me, right?
You’ll handle all the venue and equipment issues, won’t you? Thanks, Uncle Sampson. Here’s to you.”
Belinda laughed heartily, it had been a while since the whole family had sat down for a meal together.
She reached out to serve Mirabella.
“No need, Grandma, I can do it myself.”
Mirabella 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!
Mirabella chuckled and served him a shrimp. David was over the moon, immediately 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.
[Bella’s shrimp, it’s big, fresh, and sweet] Hans: Knife.jpg Chasel: Beating jpg Clark: Roll.jpg 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 Mirabella and hardly anyone noticed her.
She kept consoling herself: Uncle Sampson and Grandma just recognized Mirabella. They were curious about her, so naturally, they would ask her more questions, care about her, and talk to her.But on a second thought, Mom, Dad, and even David, who had been with Mirabella for such a long time, were ignoring her, which was quite unreasonable.
“Serena, try this.” Sampson noticed that Serena was unusually quiet today, and served her some food.
“Thank you, Uncle Sampson.”
Mirabella 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? Some have run around several markets and couldn’t find it, so they came to buy from me.”
“Because this is the same 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 me!” A fan said generously.
“No, no, we are all David’s fans, could you leave me two pounds of shrimp, sis?”
“A pound is enough for me.”
“Or, how about we eat together at noon? Then we can take a picture and post it on Twitter @David.”
“That sounds great!”
Meanwhile, several major grocery shopping apps also quickly launched this type of shrimp: Delivered to your home within an hour. David’s exact type of shrimp, $59.9 per pound, $100 for two pounds.After dinner.
Mirabella took her grandma for a walk in the garden, Serena mustered up the courage to approach, “Mirabella, let me do it”
From the moment Grandma woke up, Mirabella had been monopolizing her for a long time.
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 Bella accompany me 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 somewhat awkwardly, “Then Mirabella, when you’re tired, call me, and I’ll take care of Grandma.”
“Alright.” Mirabella agreed.
Serena left the garden somewhat dejectedly, just now at the dinner table, Grandma and Mirabella 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 Mirabella, the biological granddaughter, was more reliable.
She hated herself, she should have been braver, reacted faster. Then she wouldn’t have been upstaged by Mirabella!
No, she had to figure out a way to get her grandma’s attention back on her.
Just then, she received a WhatsApp message.
[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 messaged 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, a worry evident in his eyes.
“Martin, how many times 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 me. Never mind, it’s Christmas today, how about we go out and have some fun?””Can that make someone happy?” Martin seemed to be asking, but also seemed 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 Mirabella wheeled her grandma around the garden.
She so wanted to be close to Grandma.
