Chapter 81 – Returning to Her Not-So-Poor Family

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“No need,” Mirabella said casually, leaning against a tree. “Let the sisters sort their issues out.”

Upon hearing this, Dean thought, weren’t you just involved? Do you think Molly’s gonna win that’s why you’re just standing here watching this?”

Iris knew she had to let her daughter vent her anger, and it had to be her to do it.

Myra, accustomed to a life of privilege, lacked strength and certainly wasn’t like Molly.

Soon, Molly gotthe upper hand, and she hit Myra. “If you don’t kneel down today, I’m going to keep hitting you!”

“Stop, stop it,” Myra covered her swollen face, her little dress tom. She hurriedly covering it. “Molly, don’t hit me anymore.” Molly saw that she was scared and then stopped. In the end, Myra, one hand covering the front of her torn dress, knelt awkwardly on the ground. Under Molly’s gaze, she bowed to her deceased uncle. Although her forehead didn’t touch the ground, it was a show of respect nonetheless.

“Molly, can I leave now?”

“You haven’t admitted your mistake yet!”

Even though Myra was unwilling, she knew she was outnumbered. With a bitter heart, she admitted, “I shouldn’t have littered at your father’s grave, let alone bully you guys. Molly, you’ve beaten me up so badly, let me see a doctor, please? I’m in pain all over.” Once she got home, she would definitely tell her parents! “You haven’t apologized to my mom yet. She’s your elder, it’s one thing to bully me, but you even brought people to harass her! Humiliate her!” Molly said, angry. “I’m sorry, Auntie, I was wrong.”

Iris knew her apology was insincere and turned away without responding.

“Get lost.” Molly didn’t want to see her anymore.

Myra ran off, clutching her torn dress, her bodyguard following. Joey and John got kicked by Molly on their way out.

“Not bad, you’re improving,” Mirabella said with a smile, praising Molly. “You’re not the pushover you used to be.”

“Ms. Bennett, thank you for today. I’m glad you came, otherwise, the consequences would have been unthinkable.” Molly helped her mother up, “Let me introduce you, this is my mother, Iris. Mom, this is my boss, Ms. Bennett, and Dean.” “Thank you for today,” Iris said, bowing deeply to show her gratitude.

“Your injury,” Mirabella noticed a wound on Iris’s elbow.

Iris quickly covered it, “Oh, it’s nothing, just a little accident.”

“Mom, are you in pain?” Molly looked at her with concern, “You’re bleeding so much. Let’s go to the hospital.”

“I want to deal with the gravestone first,” Iris’s gaze settled on the gravestone, the red paint stood out against the stone. The ground in front of the grave and the surrounding grass were also splattered with paint.

“We probably can’t clean it off, let’s get a new one for dad. Myra’s probably gone home to tattle, if we don’t go now, we might be in danger.”

Molly understood Myra’s character, she hadn’t been through hardship before. After such humiliation today, she was bound to cause trouble.

“Let me drop you guys off at the hospital first,” Mirabella noticed not just Iris, but Molly was also injured.

“No need, we have medicine at home. We’ll just apply some when we get back, Iris, always one to avoid troubling others, politely said to Mirabella, “We’ll take the bus home later.”

Mirabella knew they were trying to save money, “We’re free anyway. Where do you live, Molly?”

“We’ve rented a place at Blossom Apartment.”

Blossom Apartment was quite an old community.

“Dean, goes to Blossom Apartment.”

“Got it.”

Ten minutes later.

The car pulled up in front of Blossom Apartment, Iris insisted on inviting them up for a rest.

Dean checked the time and nodded at Mirabella, indicating they had time.

“Our home is small, hope you don’t mind,” Iris said warmly, her uninjured hand linked with Mirabella’s, “You and Dean have been such a great help, we don’t have much to offer, but please, come up for a cup of coffee.”

“Yes, Ms. Bennett, please accept our thank. Dean, will you come too?”

Dean perked up at Molly’s invitation and looked at Mirabella hopefully. Mirabella nodded and followed them upstairs,

“You became a CEO at such a young age? You are so young and promising.”

“Mom, Ms. Bennett is very talented. She has deep attainments in design! Every piece she guides improves significantly in quality!”

“Is that so? Then you should learn more from Ms. Bennett.”

“Just call me Mirabella”

Upon arrival, Dean noticed their home was very small, with a small living room.

There were two small rooms on the left, a bathroom in the middle, a small kitchen on the right, and a small dining table. Though small, the place was very clean and felt homely.

“For now, this is all we can afford, Iris said with a laugh, quickly preparing slippers and brewing coffee as soon as they entered.

“You shouldn’t be doing this, Mirabella asked Molly to fetch the first aid kit, prioritizing treating their wounds.

Iris soon served them two cups of coffee.

“Let me see your wound,” Mirabella saw a bruise on Iris’s elbow. Her skin grazed against the ground, and there was even sand in the wound.

She carefully helped Iris clean the wound. Iris was surprised, “You know how to dress wounds?”

She seemed skilled, no worse than a professional nurse.

Mirabella said lightly, “I’ve seen it done online, just imitating really”

Iris knew the girl was being modest and her impression of her improved.

Molly was disinfecting and treating her elbow, but every time the cotton bud touched her wound, she frowned in pain.

“Let me help, Dean took the cotton bud and gently tended to her wound, “Let me know if it hurts.”

“Uh huh, Molly watched him diligently dress her wound and gratefully said, “Thank you!”

After taking care of the wound, Mirabella put everything back in its place. “I think Myra might make trouble again. You’d better find another place to live.”

Molly had thought about this too, “but there is nothing cheaper than this apartment right now.”

“I’ve got a friend who’s gone overseas, and she wants me to rent out her house for her Mirabella mentioned offhand. “Price isn’t really the issue, she mainly wants someone who will take care of the place like she does.”

“We’ll definitely take good care of it!” Molly quickly responded, spotting a glimmer of hope.

Mirabella calmly added, “The house is nearby too, so it’s convenient for work.”

“Ms. Bennett, we’ve already checked out places in the area, and there’s nothing else around that’s as cheap as this one,” Molly expressed her concern of setting the price too low making it hard to explain to her friend.

“My friend has already said that price isn’t an issue,” Mirabella glanced at the time, “I’ve got some stuff to deal with now. Dean will help you move when he gets back. I need to ask my friend for the exact address, she mentioned it last time and I’ve forgotten.”

“Ms. Bennett…” Molly was at a loss for how to thank her.

Ins even stood up, “Bella, you’ve helped us twice now, we don’t know how to repay you, thank you so much!”

“No need to repay.” Mirabella smiled, “Just live well, live better than those people, that’s the best way to repay me, and yourselves.”

Ins seemed moved.

“That’s settled then.”

Mirabella left and got into her car. She opened her phone and looked through her properties, selecting the smallest one located downtown.

It was a three–bedroom apartment, beautifully decorated, about 90 square meters.

Mirabella sent the details to Dean, “When I get to the River Bank Cafe, you can help them move.

“Sure thing, Ms. Bennett.”

McMillian Corporation’s CEO office.

Romeo had checked his phone countless times, with nothing new on the screen except for a girl’s photo.

“Is there a problem with the internet?” Romeo looked at his full–bar WiFi signal, suspecting a network issue. He turned to Carl, “Send me a message.”

“Huh?” Carl didn’t understand Romeo’s request, “What?”

What’s the point of sending a message when they’re right next to each other? Why not just talk?

Although he thought this, Carl respectfully asked, “What should I send, Mr. McMillian?”

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