Filed To Story: Returning to Her Not-So-Poor Family
Yolanda was shaking all over in disbelief. She originally thought that buying this land would mean the Melton family could turn their luck around, and she’d jump from being a rich girl in a small family to one in a big family.
But now everything had changed!
If the Panter family found out about this, her engagement party was over!!
Last night Mr. and Mrs. Panter were already pissed. If they found out that the Melton family didn’t have the funds to develop this land, her future was ruined!!
No! This can’t be happening!
Although she didn’t really like Zachary, at this moment, the Panter family was definitely better off than the Melton family!
She had to clutch at this lifeline!
“Dad, mom, don’t panic, we still have grandma, right? Grandma still has shares and money, and she should be able to help us get through this for a while!”
As soon as Yolanda said this, Demetrius and Olga saw a glimmer of hope!
Right, they still had the old lady!
She still had shares, money, houses, and cars, and she should be able to help!
“Olga, let’s go. We need to find grandma.”
This time, they had to ask for her help no matter what!
Demetrius didn’t even have time to change his clothes, and neither did Olga. They took Yolanda and rushed out.
At the hospital.
“Give it a whirl,” Mirabella whipped out a massager and put it on Grace’s shoulders.
In no time, Grace closed her eyes in comfort, “This thing is amazing! Where did you get it? Bet it cost pretty penny.”
She’d bought a few massagers through her friends before, expensive but not too effective. However, this one felt great, so it must’ve cost a bomb. She always felt guilty making Mirabella spend money.
“Not that pricey,” Mirabella set it to a hand massage mode, watching her tenderly.
Grace relaxed and said, “My neck has been killing me for the past few days. I had trouble sleeping. Your gift couldn’t have come at a better time!” Mirabella frowned at this, and she addressed her concern, “Why didn’t you tell me you weren’t feeling well?”
“I can’t bother you with every little thing,” Grace started, but Mirabella’s slender fingers were already on her arm.
Thankfully, it wasn’t a pathological sleep disorder.
Grace grinned, “I’m getting older, my body is going downhill, a bit of pain here and there is very normal at this age. You’re so sweet, I’m touched. Now I can get a good night’s sleep.”
“From now on, let me know if you’re not feeling well. Don’t worry about bothering me,” Mirabella finished, she showed her how to operate the massager again, “This is the remote, there are different modes.”
After explaining, she sent a video to her phone, “In case you forget, I made a video of how to use it. Just watch it if you forget the procedure.”
“You’re such a sweetheart!” Grace looked at her, moved.
“Also,” Mirabella pulled out a sachet from the gift bag, “Hang this by your bed, it’ll help you sleep.”
Grace took the sachet and admired it, “Your handiwork is getting better and better. The swan is so lifelike.”
“All thanks to your teaching.”
Mirabella hung the sachet by the bed, there was a faint medicinal scent, very comforting.
“Also, these aramis can be used for massage, let me give it a shot.”
Seeing Mirabella taking out two packs to prepare a foot massage, Grace quickly refused, “No, no, no, I can’t let you do this.”
“I’m your granddaughter, who else should do it?”
“You’re not just my granddaughter anymore.”
“Am I not still your granddaughter?”
Mirabella opened the aramis, and was about to put it on her feet.
“No way, no way, I can let you do this,” Grace kept refusing.
“Just try it, it’ll feel great!” Mirabella put the aramis on old woman’s feet and started to massage them.
The old lady laughed like a blooming flower, “It tickles, really tickles.”
Mirabella couldn’t help but laugh, “See, didn’t I tell you, it feels great, right?”
“Yes, you’re the best child!” Grace couldn’t stop smiling, feeling truly happy.
“I have another gift in there for you to check out,” Mirabella said, still massaging her feet.
“Another one? How many gifts did you prepare, you little rascal!” Grace kept pulling gifts out of the box, including a whole set of coffee brewing tools, high–end coffee beans, knee pads, steam eye masks, a blood glucose meter, reading glasses, and more.
Finally, Grace found an odd scarf in the bag.
It looked as though it was made by someone who wasn’t very good at knitting, certainly not Mirabella. With her skills, she couldn’t possibly make something like that, but it didn’t look store–bought either.
Mirabella saw her confusion and calmly explained, “It’s a hot trend this year, designed by a very unique designer. It may not be everyone’s cup of tea, but it sure stands out.”
“Oh, I see,” Grace didn’t question further and happily accepted the gift.
“Also, there’s cake.”
Grace looked surprised, scanning the room, “The one on the table?”
Just as Mirabella finished speaking, there was a knock on the door.
Grace was puzzled until she saw the person who walked in and overlapped with the young man in her memories.
It was Alberto Rollins.
Time had made him calmer and steadier, with less youthful vigor but more maturity and optimism.
He was well–dressed, energetic, with a voice as deep and resonant as a bell, “Grace, long time no see.”
His warm and enthusiastic demeanor was still imbued with his long–standing dignity and charm.
“Alberto?” Grace was surprised to see him.
Seeing who it was, Grace beamed, “No worries, I’m grateful you could come!”
“Grandpa Alberto, there’s a chair over there, please have a seat,” Mirabella handed Grace a dry towel for her feet and deliberately asked in front of Alberto, “Granny, you haven’t yet told us how you like these gifts.”
“I love them, of course I do. I love brewing coffee and this set is beautiful, and these coffee beans are my favorite. I heard this brand has stopped production; how did you manage to get it?”
Mirabella smiled slightly; indeed, those coffee beans had ceased production. Last year, the owner of the coffee bean company got old, handed the company to his son, but the son wasn’t good at running it, and accidentally drove the company to bankruptcy.
Alberto bought their company, took over their factory and formula, and started production again, producing coffee beans just for Grace.
Mirabella casually said, “The company changed hands.”
“Then I’ll stock up in case they go out of business again!” Grace joked.
Mirabella looked at her gently and assured her, “They won’t.”
In his lifetime, this production line would serve her alone.
But Grace didn’t know, she praised with a smile, “And these knee pads, blood glucose meter, reading glasses, and especially this scarf, are all very useful. You’re such a good kid, you’re so thoughtful!”
In fact, all these gifts were from Alberto, sent in Mirabella’s name.
He spent two whole months knitting that scarf, stitch by stitch.
They said a scarf signified warmth and care.
At that moment, Mirabella shot Alberto a glance, her expression practically shouting: Granny likes it, she thinks you’re really thoughtful.
Alberto grinned, clearly pleased.
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