In the end, Kenneth and Louisa could only snag seats further away.
David and Clark exchanged a look, both utterly dumbfounded.
All they wanted was to join Bella for a casual breakfast. Was it really necessary to compete for seats like this?
Sean wasn't ready to back down. He stepped forward and said, “Grandpa, at your age, it's impressive enough that you can serve yourself. Let me help Bella with her plate.”
“You little rascal, using your concern for my age just to snag a better seat.” Bernard feigned anger.
“I meant you should just serve yourself…”
“Go sit over there with the young ones!” Bernard wouldn't listen.
Sean tried to argue his point, “But Bella is one of the younger generation too.”
“In our house, Bella gets the VIP treatment! Move along.”
With Bernard’s word, the brothers had no choice but to sit farther away... casting envious glances as everyone else made a fuss over Bella.
“I can already picture the family photo later.” Clark sighed, feeling his chances slip away.
“Forget the family photo, Mom and Dad said we're all decorating together after breakfast, pitching in to decorate the home. If you want to be next to Bella, it looks like you're out of luck.” Chasel lamented as well.
“Maybe later you two can distract them. We could take turns keeping Bella company for five minutes each?” David suggested. “You guys could take the grandparents to decorate in a different room, and we can stay with Bella to decorate.”
“In your dreams!” Clark wasn't falling for that one.
At Forena Villa.
Serena could guess who was calling just by reading his lips, but she kept her face serene and unruffled.
The voice on the other end seemed furious, and Martin, fearing Serena might overhear, turned to glance back at her.
Serena’s gaze remained fixed on him, a look of empathetic kindness on her face.
Martin tried to keep his expression calm, not wanting to let her catch on to any trouble.
“Mom, I’ll be there soon.”
This website is stealing our exclusive content (Dramanovels.com-swnovels). Please read on the original site to support the author and the translation team continuing the story! As soon as Martin finished his sentence, the person on the other end of the line completely lost her patience and handed the phone to someone else. Martin heard his father's voice and had to whisper, “Dad.”
The man on the phone scolded him hard and brought up some issues, ultimately leaving Martin no choice but to concede, “I’m on my way now.”
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