"Happy birthday, Mrs. Evans!" the servants exclaimed as Gabriella came down the stairs.
Receiving such a warm welcome, the woman in the blue dress automatically widened her smile.
“Thank you,” she said, nodding to all the women in uniform.
A second later, Minnie came forward with a box in her hand. “We are confused about what gift is suitable to give to you, Madam. After discussion, we decided to give this simple thing. Hope you will be healthier with this gift, Madam.”
Hearing the explanation, Gabriella's brows furrowed with curiosity. Even so, she still maintained the curve of her sweet lips. "Thank you, Auntie."
"If you are curious about the gift, just open it, Madam," the youngest servant said, accompanied by a nod of her colleagues.
"Is it okay?" the woman in the blue dress asked with sparkling eyes.
"Yes," they answered in unison.
With her husband's help, Gabriella opened the box. As soon as she sa
After swallowing hard, Sebastian immediately pointed his index finger at the dish table."I forget. I have something to discuss with Amber. So, excuse me. We'll talk again some other time," he said hastily.Without waiting for a response, the man went towards the woman he had mentioned. The change in his attitude succeeded in making Max raise an eyebrow. "What's wrong with him?"Before the host had time to find an answer, his attention was distracted by the approaching guest. The suspicion of Sebastian's panic suddenly faded."Good evening, Mr. Evans, and happy birthday, Mrs. Evans," the guest greeted with a big smile."Thank you, Rose. I really didn't think you could attend. Didn't you say you have started the new job?" Gabriella said warmly."It is true. But I am lucky because the new employer is also kind. She even wants to come to this event," the girl explained, making the questioner furrow her brows.A second later, Gabriella's
Everyone was astonished to see the super large box carried by several men behind Herbert's wheelchair. After getting directions, they simultaneously lowered the heavy box in the corner of the room. “What do you bring here, Dad? That looks really heavy,” Max sighed. He forgot to say hello because of being too amazed. "That's something I should have returned a long time ago," the old man said with a meaningful curve of his lips. Receiving such a hint, the woman's eyes suddenly widened. "Is that my piano?" A second later, Herbert shrugged. “Open it! You'll know." With a pounding heart, Gabriella drew closer to the prize. When the blue package was finished being removed, a gasp of disbelief automatically sounded. "This is indeed my piano," she sighed with tears in her eyes. After smiling at Max, the woman turned to her father-in-law. "Thank you very much, Dad." "No need to thank me, Gaby. It's yours. Instead, I should be th
Herbert breathed a sigh of relief seeing Max dance with Gabriella. The couple couldn't stop smiling and laughing, spreading joy to everyone who witnessed them. "Aren't they very compatible?" the old man murmured to the young servant sitting nearby. "Yes, Sir," the girl answered, nodding. While keeping his lips curved, Herbert continued to stare at the excitement of the event. "It looks like, I can calm down now," he thought as he checked his memories. After a while, the old man's face returned to a level. The thing that Julian had just returned was stuck in his heart again. "Please get the black cell phone that you kept earlier," Herbert asked, making the servant reach for the bag hanging from the wheelchair. When the phone arrived in his hand, the old man immediately pressed the on button. "What's with this phone? Why did I leave it to Julian?” he thought, furrowing his brows. As soon as the screen lighted up, Herbert started
Suddenly, someone knocked on the door. Receiving the unexpected visit, the curve of Max's lips instantly shrunk. “Who dares to interfere with my fun?” the man grumbled before getting out of bed. When he opened the door, he failed to hide his displeasure. "What is it?" "Sorry, Sir. Has Madam taken the herbal medicine?” a servant asked with worried brows. In just an instant, Max's annoyance turned to worry. "Yes. Is there any problem?" The servant's groan suddenly added to the tension. "Forgive me, Sir. I gave the wrong herbs. What Madam drank is the medicine for my sister.” “What medicine is that? Can it harm Gabriella's health?” the man asked wide-eyed. "No, Sir. It's just ..., it's used to increase … the passion.” Hearing the answer, a laugh almost escaped Max's mouth. However, in order to maintain prestige, the man quickly snorted. "Thank goodness it isn't dangerous," he muttered before pretending to heave a sigh of relief.
"Remember, Madam. If it turns out that the baby in the womb is a girl, you shouldn't be disappointed."'Gabriella's hand spontaneously squeezed Max's fingers tighter. The butler's words that echoed in her mind had added to tightness in the chest. Closing her eyes, Gabriella tried to take a deep breath."Don't worry, Gaby," Max whispered while squeezing back, signaling that he was sending support."Why are you so tense, Madam? Ultrasound examination is painless,” the doctor said with a smile.Gabriella was unable to answer. She just returned the gaze while keeping to catch her breath.Anxious to see his wife, Max snorted lightly. Grasping the cold fingers, he stroked the woman's head with the other hand."Gaby ...." The man's whisper stole the attention. As soon as his wife returned his gaze, he flashed a smile and nodded. "It's all right," Max said only through his mouth, without a sound.Watching the couple's behavior, the doct
Max repeatedly inhaled and then exhaled steadily. He hoped his wife could follow him. However, the pale-faced woman could no longer control her lungs. Pain had wrapped around her stomach."It hurts, Max," Gabriella moaned as she gripped her husband's hand tighter."Patience, Gaby. You can't push yet. Wait for a signal from the doctor. Understand?" the man replied while wiping the sweat that flooded his wife's face. "Now catch your breath with me."With tears in her eyes, the woman continued to stare at her husband.“Inhale, exhale… inhale, exhale.”Gabriella tried to obey. However, five seconds later, she shook her head, declaring herself on the verge of patience."I can't hold it anymore, Max. I can't," the woman sighed, grimacing.Feeling unbearable, the man kissed his wife's forehead. "Hold on, Gaby. For the sake of our Little Prince," he whispered.Closing her eyes, Gabriella braced herself. She never exp
"Yeay! Today, Little Prince is taking a walk to the park," Gabriella exclaimed as she put a panda jumpsuit on her son's head.As if he understood what his mother said, the baby smiled while putting his hands together. His round eyes were sparkling.Witnessing such a response, the father who had been watching his son all that time, laughed. "He looks really happy," Max said, letting Cayden hold his forefinger."Of course. This is his first trip,” Gabriella said as she checked the equipment on the side of the bed. After a while, the woman closed the bag and carried it. "Everything is ready. Let's go.""Is Auntie coming along?" Max asked, lifting Cayden in his arms."No. She complained that her knees hurt. So, Lena is accompanying us,” Gabriella replied as she opened the bedroom door and closed it when her husband had passed.After nodding, Max walked side by side with his wife. When they turned towards the stairs, a servant was rea
"What flavor would Cayden like? Vanilla or green tea? Or maybe, he has different taste from his parents,” Gabriella muttered as she looked at the colorful box of ice cream."Ah, I hope his stomach is okay. He can only taste the tip of a spoon if the choice is this much,” the woman thought before quickening her pace. She couldn't wait to see the Little Prince's happy face.However, when her gaze fell on the bench, the curve of Gabriella's lips suddenly disappeared. She only saw a servant sitting there. With a pounding heart, the woman ran over while checking the surroundings."Lena, where's Cayden?" she sighed with ragged breaths.Without any burden, the servant lowered the phone from her face. "Here."In just an instant, the young girl's eyes opened wide. "Oh my gosh! Where is Young Master? A minute ago, the stroller was still here, Madam,” Lena exclaimed as she stood up.Clutching her head, Gabriella forced the brain to st
"Whoa!" Cayden sighed as his father placed him on the back of a pony. With round eyes, he surveyed his height from the ground. Even though it was not much, the toddler in the cowboy hat still showed a happy smile. “How is it, Little Evans? Are you happy?” the woman who held the horse's rein asked. Not daring to move much, Cayden nodded at a limited angle. "Yes, Greta. I am happy. It's thrilling!” he answered enthusiastically. “Thrilling?” Gabriella muttered, furrowing an eyebrow. While continuing to rock her niece, the woman expressed astonishment. “Where did you learn that word, Little Prince?” "Daddy often mentions it," the toddler replied, successfully making his father wince. "Daddy said that the nights spent with Mom were always thrilling." As Gabriella glared at her husband, Greta burst out laughing. "Gosh, Max. I think you should be more careful now. Your genius son can absorb all the words you speak.” "Right. I'll be more caref
"If you kept avoiding me, I would really quit the company," Julian said, successfully freezing Mr. Hunt's steps. The old man was then blinking, digesting the words he thought he heard wrong. “Actually, my position as a CEO is being threatened for some reasons. I tried to keep it a secret from all of you. I didn't even let Mia know. But as it turned out, it wasn't easy at all. My mind became adrift. And because the burden was too heavy, my emotions finally exploded. I'm so sorry it had to happen in front of you." Hearing the tone that seemed honest, Mr. Hunt slowly turned his focus. Two seconds later, he saw the tears slide from the grandson's eyes. "I've tried to be strong and tough, Grandpa. I thought I could solve all problems. But it turns out, I haven’t found any solution yet. That's why I was angry when I failed to find Grace and you at the cemetery. It got me think that I am a useless man," Julian explained with the gloomy eyes landed on the grass.
“Tsk, why does Grandpa run away like this? It just makes me feel even guiltier,” Julian grumbled between gasping breaths. Holding on to Mr. Hunt's message, he walked down the tree-lined path. “What should I do if Grandpa isn't there? Where should I look for him?” the man thought as he couldn't erase the wrinkles from his face. The burden in his heart was too heavy to ignore. After a few moments of struggling with the noise in his brain, Julian finally shook his head and blinked strongly. "No, no. Grandpa must be there. I'll take him home and things will automatically return to the way they were before," the man nodded, fostering hope. Ignoring the anxiety that kept swirling in his mind, he went faster. Unfortunately, as soon as Julian passed the cemetery gates, his steps were frozen. His jaw was dropping while his eyelids were lifted to the maximum. What he had hoped for quickly turned into disappointment. "No way! This is impossible!” he curs
"Dad," Cayden called quietly. A second later, the toddler handed Max a piece of bread that had been cleaned of jam. "I'm already full," he continued with a meaningful smile.Understanding the son's intentions, Max spontaneously raised an eyebrow. "Do you want me to finish your bread again?"While showing two rows of tiny teeth, Cayden nodded. After a faint exhalation, the father began to vibrate the air with laughter."Gaby, look at what Little Prince did! I can get fat if he keeps handing me food,” the man said while showing the second bread he received from his son.“Just eat it, Max. You need more energy to help the Little Prince take care of Hasty,” the woman who was cleaning the dishes with a sponge replied.Hearing his mother's response, Cayden's eyes immediately widened. His energy had just risen to the peak. “I've finished breakfast, Mom. Can I go to the stable now?”"Yes, but you have to wash your face
Suddenly, Julian dropped his face into his hands. After exhaling heavily, he lifted his head again and put on an indescribable expression."I didn't mean to scare anyone, Mia. I just don't want Grandpa’s mistake to happen again," the man said with frown on his face."Yes, I know," Mia replied with the same thin voice. “But you can do it without hurting Grandpa's feelings, Julian. This matter can be discussed amicably.”While gritting his teeth, Julian shook his head. Confusion had returned to cover his eyes. “What should I do now? I already made Grandpa sad.""Apologize?" Mia answered with a grimace."Is that enough?" the man asked doubtfully. He began to realize that his anger had indeed crossed the line.Pondering, the woman nodded. “As long as it's sincere, Grandpa will definitely forgive you. And I think, you should also explain to Cayden that what you did was wrong. Don't let your nephew imitate something t
“Greta, have you prepared delicious toast for us?” Cayden asked as the hostess opened the door wider to welcome him. Seeing her father was still able to walk, the woman with high arch of the brows spontaneously sighed in relief. After shaking her head for a moment, she turned her gaze to the toddler who was still holding Mr. Hunt's hand and waiting for her response. "Of course I have. There is also strawberry jam for you. Are you hungry?” Greta asked while faking a smile. “Not me, but Grandpa. I heard the sound of his breathing all the way. Grandpa is very tired! He should eat a lot of bread," Cayden said with his trademark expression—round eyes and pursed lips. While stroking her son's head, Gabriella bent her knees. After leveling their eyes, the woman tilted her head. "You know where Greta put the plate of bread, don't you?" No more than two seconds, the toddler nodded. "Yes. On the dining table," he answered with a big smile. "That
"Sorry, Julian. I took Grace to see your grandmother for a while. Now, I intend to take her home. We're not wandering around or straying like you said," Mister Hunt explained with an indescribable expression. Even so, his hoarse voice was able to touch the hearts of the listeners, apart from his grandson. "But the way home is over there, Grandpa!" Julian snapped, still with eyebrows raised to the max. The young man didn't feel sorry at all for the hunched back that was getting weighed down by guilt. "I really can’t understand what’s on your mind. Don't you realize that your recklessness can lead to trouble? Didn't we agree to go together? Why did you secretly take Grace away?” he continued, thickening the wrinkles on his grandfather's forehead. Sensing her father's anger, Little Princess began to furrow her brows. The baby had never heard such a loud voice. When her eyes fell on Mr. Hunt's gloomy face, she spontaneously pouted. A second later, her heavy cry b
Arriving at the cemetery, Julian was taken aback. What he saw was completely beyond expectation. There were no old man and baby among the tombstones. The grandfather and Grace left absolutely no trace. "This is impossible," Julian muttered as he quickened his pace. Neglecting his initial attempt to remain calm, the man sped toward the direction Greta had given. After searching for a while, he finally found the grandmother's name on one of the stones. “Right, this is the place. They should be here," Julian sighed, sounding desperate. With deep furrows, he circled around, trying to find any trace of either his daughter or Grandpa Hunt. Unfortunately, as far as the eye could see, the two remained off the radar. Confusion instantly grew bigger in Julian’s mind. "Tsk, how could it be like this?" he grumbled while clutching his head. Knowing that irritation, Mia gently touched her husband's arm. She knew that the man had failed to control hi
Carefully, Mr. Hunt wiped his great-granddaughter's cheek. Grace's red eyes no longer shed sadness. However, the old man still felt guilty for making the baby cry. "I'm sorry, Grace. I should have walked more calmly so you wouldn't wake up," he whispered in between his ragged breaths. After her face had been dry, Grace rested her head on Mister Hunt's shoulder. Blinking slowly, she pursed her lips. The furrow of her tiny brows indicated that she still wanted to roll up in the blanket on the crib. The baby wondered why she was with her great-grandfather, sitting on a long bench at the edge of a path. “When I was young, I only need fifteen minutes to arrive at your great-grandmother's grave. But now, why does it feel so long and tiring?” Mr. Hunt grumbled as he wiped his forehead with one hand. After one quick breath, the old man stood up again and held Grace in his languid arms. Although the baby was a bit heavy, his lips still curled up warmly.