Chapter 480
“No need to bother yourself with the cleaning.” Arabella, 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.”
Arabella 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, Arabella 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.”
Arabella 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 Arabella? 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 Arabella 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!”
Attlee 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 Attlee.
