Blizzard First Love and a Wife Who Finally Snaps novel Chapter 387

Despite staying up late, Isabel still got up at six to stretch.

Standing before the floor-to-ceiling window, she looked out at the landscape, now a blanket of white. The snowman they had built last night was covered in a fresh layer of snow, with only its carrot nose still sticking out.

“You’re up so early?” Martha said as she came into the kitchen, finding Isabel making a sweet porridge for breakfast.

Isabel served her a bowl first. “I got enough sleep. Sleeping in too long just gives me a headache anyway.”

“Mommy,” Oliver said, wearing a red sweater with his hands behind his back. He looked up at Isabel. “Happy New Year.”

“Happy New Year to you too,” Isabel said, serving him some of the porridge. Oliver brought out a gift envelope from behind his back. “This is for you.”

Isabel found it amusing. “Are you using your gift money to give me a gift? That kind of defeats the purpose, don’t you think?”

Oliver explained, “This isn’t from my gift money. This is money I earned. I saved it especially for you, Mommy. It’s not a lot, so I hope you don’t mind.”

“You earned it?”

Martha elaborated, “He helps me with chores around the house, and he does little jobs at the family estate to earn money. I don’t give him much, but they probably pay him quite a bit over there. It’s payment for his work. All his gift money has been put away.”

Isabel was surprised that the young master was capable of doing such things.

She accepted the envelope.

Oliver beamed with happiness.

Isabel brought the porridge to the table. “Come and eat.”

Oliver climbed onto his chair and ate in small bites.

Martha asked, “Are they coming over today? What should we make for lunch?”

Isabel replied, “I’ll take some porridge over in a bit and ask them. All the fried food is prepped, and making a soup and a stir-fry won't take long.”

Martha said, “The snow is coming down pretty hard. It’s a holiday, so the roads probably haven’t been cleared much.”

Oliver had matured a lot in the past year.

Isabel had seen it with her own eyes.

However, she couldn’t forgive him so easily. He had made a mistake and had to face the consequences.

Just like she did.

“I do like him quite a bit.”

“Is it because he’s smarter and can help you?” Oliver looked at Isabel. “I can learn now, too. If you teach me, Mommy, I promise I won’t be any worse than him.”

“You can’t compare yourself to him,” Isabel said bluntly. “He has a natural gift for pharmacology. What he’s learning is far beyond what you’re doing in preschool. But you don’t have to be discouraged. Everyone has different strengths.”

Oliver was still disappointed but didn’t show it. He asked, “Then what am I good at?”

Isabel said, “That’s something you have to discover for yourself. After the holidays, you’ll be starting kindergarten. It’s time to start thinking about what you’re good at.”