Adrian was used to having nice things, so he didn't care much.
"It's fine, Giselle. If you like it, just take it—it's only a piece of jade."
His mom's instructions had long been forgotten; to him, it was just a trinket.
His house was full of them.
Every year, his grandmother would gift him various emeralds, gold, and jewelry—so many that he couldn't even play with them all, and they just gathered dust at home.
As for his great-aunt's sentiment?
She was just an old lady he'd met once. His dad had told him that his mom's relatives didn't count as family and could be ignored like strangers.
He wouldn't have come today if it wasn't to make up for his mom fainting.
Since Giselle liked the jade someone else gave, it was better to let her have it than to explain to his dad later—it was less of a hassle.
Giselle chuckled at the boy's nonchalance about the gift from Mila's side of the family and gave Adrian a gentle peck on the cheek.
"Thank you, Adrian."
She tossed the jade in the air, catching it deftly just before it slipped through her fingers and crashed to the ground.
Mila, dear Mila, this is what you get for meddling in someone else's love life.
The thought of the jade shattering in front of Mila amused her.
...
Mila spent some time at the hotel with her great-aunt, chatting about family matters before seeing her off.
Afterward, she drove to the mall to shop for holiday supplies.
Having just quit her job, her great-aunt advised her to take a break from work and rest for a few days. It was the perfect time to prepare for the holidays.
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