Filed To Story: Returning to Her Not-So-Poor Family
“This is the most expensive medicinal pouch I’ve ever seen.” Her assistant couldn’t help but exclaim while watching her busy figure, “Even her own sons aren’t as devoted as you, not to mention making a pouch like you; they wouldn’t even buy one if asked, believe it or not.”
“Stop bothering me.” Mirabella couldn’t stand his chatter, sealed the pouch, and made a bunch of medicinal packages for Grace, which could be soaked in water for a foot bath before bed..
Not only did she make the pouch and medicinal packages, but she also designed a massager herself.
Most massage devices on the market were of the microcurrent type, but many people weren’t really into that. They preferred the traditional massage method instead. Although a lot of manufacturers claimed their products use physical massage, only the one she made can truly émulate human hand kneading. The massage device she designed felt like real hands massaging shoulders. She spent several days of her free time tweaking and improving it bit by bit. Her assistant, seeing that she finally finished, couldn’t help but reach out and say, “Boss, can I give it a whirl?“”
Mirabella gave him a glare, and he immediately got the message, withdrawing his hand.
He thought to himself, ‘Man, the boss’s glare is intense. If you didn’t know better, you’d think he was reaching for her life, not a massage device.’ “Boss, are we selling this on the market? It feels really nice to use.”
“It’s for the old lady.” Her response indicated that this product wasn’t for public sale.
The massage device had various functions, like heat therapy, finger massage, etc.
Just then, Mirabella’s phone started vibrating. She glanced at it and saw that it was a call from Grandpa Alberto.
“Grandpa,” she put in her earphones, tapped to answer, and continued with her work.
“What are you up to, kid?” Alberto Rollins‘ voice came through from the other side.
Even though it was through a call, Mirabella could imagine him–lively and full of energy.
She told him what she was doing: “I’m making a sleep aid sachet, some herbal packs for foot baths, and a massage device.”
“Can I have some too?” Alberto especially liked her inventions, finding them very useful. Like the pills she gave him last time, they really helped clear his mind and boost his energy.
Mirabella agreed quickly: “The herbs, sure. But not the massage device; I just don’t have the time to make another one. You could buy one from the market.”
“You little scamp,” Alberto chuckled. Many people wanted to give him gifts, but this kid wasn’t so willing.
“Has your Granny taken the medicine six times now? Can she have the surgery in a few days?” This was what Alberto cared about the most.
“Yep, that’s correct.”
Thanks to the medicine, she wasn’t as weak as before; at least she could lie on the operating table steadily, which put Mirabella at ease for the surgery.
“How sure are you?” Grandpa Alberto asked.
Mirabella chuckled. “If you don’t trust my medical skills, how about letting Grandpa James do the surgery?”
“I don’t want that old fart to operate! He’s so old, his eyes are probably blurry. He probably can’t even tell where the heart is. I’d rather you do it; I’d feel safer.”
Mirabella laughed even harder. “I know you care a lot about Granny, it’s just that you can’t show it publicly.”
“I heard from you that your Granny doesn’t want to live with her son and daughter–in–law after she’s discharged.”
“Yes, she has a few houses of her own; she just hasn’t decided which one to live in yet and hasn’t had anyone clean them.”
“That’s easy; just tell me the address when the time comes, and I’ll send people to clean it! If she doesn’t want to be disturbed, she can live in your house or mine, as long as she’s comfortable. No matter what type or style she likes, we can accommodate her! Feel free to pick.”
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“No need to bother yourself with the cleaning.” Mirabella, busy with what she was doing, said casually, “It’s just a small matter, there’s no need for your folks to help.” She had her own people to assign tasksito.
“Alright, if you need help, remember to find me.” Alberto said with a cheerful smile, “By the way, you aced your college entrance examination; we old folks have prepared a little gift for you and already had it sent over to your place.”
Mirabella was completely focused on the massager in front of her, her voice indifferent: “Hmm, I saw it, I haven’t opened it yet. Is it another new house?” Alberto immediately denied: “I wouldn’t be as tacky as Grandpa Charles!”
“Is it jewelry? Accessories?”
“That’s something an old–fashioned guy like Grandpa Beck would do, not me!” Alberto said this with some pride.
“Then is it a rare antique? An expensive painting?”
“No, no, no, that’s Grandpa Nelson’s style; what I gave is totally different!”
“Is it a bank card?”
“Only Grandpa Tanner would give such a straightforward gift.”
“Oh, I see, it’s shares.”
“Clever girl, you guessed it so quickly? Was my gift too predictable?” Alberto thought she wouldn’t guess it, but she figured it out in less than 30 seconds.
“Your gifts are always these things, indeed lacking some novelty.” Although she said so, Mirabella knew they had given her the best: “No need to give anything in the future.”
“No, we give you gifts because we’re happy.” Alberto said this, glanced at the time, and sighed helplessly, “Alright, I have a meeting to attend; I’ve got to go. When can you maturé à bit and help me manage the company? I also want to live an easy life.”
“I’m still young; you hang in there for a few more decades.”
“You little brat, you don’t care about me at all! Alright, call me when you have time! You can also tell me if you have any problems. Don’t seek help from other old folks; they always nag non–stop, which is really annoying! Just come to me; you can come to me for anything.”
Mirabella couldn’t help but laugh. “Alright.”
The next day.
Olga stormed into room 301, and as soon as she entered, she angrily questioned, “Mom, how could you do this? Have you lost your mind? You actually left a will in the Solterra will vault in advance, and you gave all the stuff at home to Mirabella? How could you do this? Have you considered our feelings?”
She didn’t even use honorifics when talking to the old lady; she was so angry that her whole body was trembling.
Grace was sitting on the bed, reading the book Mirabella had given her previously. Hearing this, she looked up, unhappily asking, “It’s my stuff; I can give it to whoever I want. What right do you have to barge in and question me? Did I agree for you to come in? Out! Knock the door again!”
Demetrius was trying hard to pull Olga back; although he was angry, he wasn’t as impulsive as his wife.
Olga wanted to talk to the old lady more but was pulled away by Demetrius.
Demetrius tried to reason with a friendly tone: “Knock before you barge in, okay?”
After closing the door, he knocked again, but there was no response from Mom.
Unable to endure this, Olga stormed in, fuming, “Mom, didn’t you hear the knocking? Are you so sick that even your ears can’t work? We’ve been knocking forever! How long do you plan to keep us out here? You owe Demetrius, me, and Yoli an explanation for all this!”
With that, she pulled Yolanda from behind her. Yolanda’s eyes were red; she was clearly upset about the whole situation. She looked like the whole world had wronged her.
“What did you do to Casey?” Grace shot back instead of answering, “Is Casey with you?”
Casey was Grace’s personal advisor, specifically the one who helped with the will.
In Casey’s character, she would never reveal the contents of the will unless forced to!
When Olga stormed into the room, Grace suspected something was up with Casey. After Demetrius pulled Olga out, Grace frantically dialed Casey’s number, only to be greeted by silence.
Worried for Casey’s safety, Grace got even angrier, pointing a trembling finger at Olga and asking, “What did you do to Casey?”
“She just wouldn’t cooperate, so I had to make her suffer a bit. Man, she’s stubborn, she wouldn’t spill the beans no matter what.” Olga smirked, recalling Casey’s terrified expression and her agony after being taught a lesson–It was satisfying.
“So, you threatened her with her daughter, didn’t you?”
Casey was a single mom, and her daughter was her Achilles‘ heel.
“What did you do to that girl?”
“I just gave her a scare; I didn’t hurt her! Why are you so worked up?” Olga couldn’t understand why Grace was more concerned about others than her own family. Was she really so sick that her brain was fried?
“Let them go!” Grace banged a book on the bed rail, making a racket..“I order you to let them go!”
“They’ve been released.” Olga shrugged. “If she’d just complied from the start, she wouldn’t have had to suffer. So much for teamwork.”
But Grace’s will was already kept in a will bank, and nobody could access or nullify it unless Grace agreed to alter it.
That’s why Olga had to confront Grace.
Overwhelmed by rage, Grace hurled a glass of water from her bedside table.
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