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A Rose 504
A Rose 504
At Quinn Manor, Victoria said gleefully, “Mrs. Quinn Senior, I heard you like the pastries from Crown Bakehouse so I brought some for you. Would you like to try them?”
Seeing Victoria’s sweet and innocent expression, Martha was happy to oblige her. “Of course! Let’s take them out and give them a try.”
Victoria smiled brightly and began to open the pastry box when a maid respectfully entered.
“Mrs. Quinn Senior, Mr. Quinn and Ms. Murray have arrived.”
“Yvie is here?” Martha’s eyes sparkled with excitement as she immediately headed toward the door, instantly forgetting about Victoria.
Victoria’s hands froze over the box. It was the first time she had seen Martha so fond of
someone.
“Yvie, my darling, you’re here! I missed you so much!”
Yvette had barely stepped into the house when Martha rushed out to wrap her in a warm hug. You haven’t visited in so long! I thought you’d forgotten all about me,” she complained.
Yvette quickly reassured Martha. “Grandma, I’ve been busy lately, but I promise I’ll visit you
more often from now on.”
“That’s great! I’m happy that you came to visit.” Martha beamed with delight, then pulled Yvette toward the living room. She blatantly ignored Wilson, who was standing nearby.
Wilson had grown used to his grandmother’s unwavering focus on Yvette. He quietly followed them inside, choosing not to interrupt their conversation.
“Wilson!” Victoria smiled and greeted him before turning to Yvette. “Yvie, it’s nice to see you again.”
Seeing Yvette nod in response, Victoria felt a twinge of disappointment. it seemed Yvette really didn’t like her, just as Alice suggested.
Victoria quickly composed herself and said to Martha, “Mrs. Quinn Senior, didn’t you say you wanted to try the Crown Bakehouse’s pastries? I’ve prepared them for you.”
“Yes! I can’t wait to taste them.” The thought of the delicious pastries made Martha feel nostalgic. This content belongs to Nô/velDra/ma.Org .
Yvette glanced at the treats on the table and frowned slightly. “Grandma, you shouldn’t eat those pastries.”
The high sugar and oil content in Crown Bakehouse’s pastries wasn’t suitable for someone of Martha’s age. Consuming them could only worsen her condition.
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Though tempted by the sweets, Martha respected Yvette’s advice and nodded obediently.” Okay. I won’t eat these pastries, then. I’m still looking forward to seeing your and Wilson’s children. I need
to take care of myself to live a few more years.”
Children? Yvette felt her cheeks flush.
Noticing her embarrassment, Wilson quickly interjected. “Grandma, let’s not talk about that. Yvette is still quite young.”
Martha said confidently, “What’s wrong with what I said? Once Yvie graduates in a few years, you two can get married and then have children.”
“Grandma!” Yvette’s face turned even redder as she tried to steer the conversation in a different direction. “I’ll ask Crown Bakehouse to make some pastries with less sugar and oil in the future so you can enjoy them occasionally.”
As expected, Martha shifted her focus to the pastries. She nodded enthusiastically and replied, “That sounds wonderful! But I remember how eccentric the Crown Bakehouse owner can be, so getting them to adjust their recipe might be tricky. Let’s not worry about that for now. I’ll just have to control myself and avoid pastries altogether.”