"Hey, do you run away every time you see me now that you think you're all grown up?" Fleur complained.
"Mom..."
"You're my son, for heaven's sake! You foolish kid!" Fleur reprimanded.
Lena approached with a smile and nodded. "Hello, Mrs. Hamerton."
Fleur adjusted her hair with the arrogance of a peacock, taking five seconds before replying with a nonchalant, "Hmm, hello."
She soon noticed her hands were empty—no accessories adorned them.
Chris quickly grasped the situation and interjected, aware of his mother's scrutinizing gaze. "Mom, it's not that Lena doesn't want to wear the ring you bought her. It's just that it's too big for her slender fingers, and I thought it wouldn't match the occasion. Besides, the ring holds sentimental value for her. She's been keeping it safe in a drawer. She hardly ever takes it out!"
Fleur glanced at him and pouted. "I didn't say anything. What are you rambling about?"
"I..."
"I know. You young folks don't like the style of the ring!"
"No, Mrs. Hamerton!" Lena hurriedly explained. "I really like it..."
"Tell him to buy you a new one if you don't like it," Fleur suggested with a smile. "Buy as many as you want!"
Chris and Lena were taken aback, exchanged glances, and then smiled.
Fleur got up and grabbed Lena's hand, her eyes filled with the love she had for her daughter-in-law. "Our Lena is the best! The charity project was a success. Although Mr. Chriss planned it, you deserve credit as the assistant!"
"You're too kind, Mrs. Hamerton."
"Is she that great?" Chris widened his eyes as if looking at an alien. "I thought you didn't like—"
"Who do I not like?" Fleur widened her eyes even more. "I don't like you, foolish kid!"
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