After leaving the children's section, Arissa received Darius' call just when she wanted to get some new clothes for Mary.
“Issa, are you with the children?”
“I was, but I left them to go out shopping. What is it, Mr. Graham?”
She headed toward the floor that sold clothes for the elderly.
“I want to ask you if you are with the child?” Darius couldn't hide his excitement.
“Mmm-hmm. Tim is together with us,” Arissa replied with a smile as she walked.
Just when she entered one of the shops, she was jolted by a familiar voice.
“Issa, where is he? I'll go over to visit,” Darius pressed on.
When there was no response, Darius shouted anxiously, “Issa? Issa!”
“Arissa!”
Just when he heard an unfamiliar voice ring out, the call ended at once.
Knitting his brows, Darius grew concerned.
“That sounds bad. Something must have happened to Issa. Hurry, give Benjamin a call and get him to check on her. Don't let anyone harm my daughter-in-law!” Darius instructed William.
“Yes, Old Mr. Graham!” William gave Benjamin a call.
Thinking that Darius had ordered William to come asking for the address, Benjamin didn't answer.
Subsequently, Darius himself called the second time.
“Dad-”
“Issa is in trouble. You should check on her at once!” Benjamin roared before ending the call.
With a darkened gaze, Benjamin called Arissa at once.
“Arissa, why are you here?”
Finley Durden rolled her eyes at the sight of Arissa. What an unlucky day to run into her today.
Arissa's expression turned grim at the unexpected encounter. After all, the York family had broken ties with her a long time ago.
Meanwhile, Finley scrutinized Arissa with a resentful look in her eye.
When she noticed that they were in the elderly clothing section, the thought of Arissa buying a present further infuriated her.
“Don't think that just because you buy some clothes for your granduncle, you will be welcomed to the birthday banquet. Instead of getting him a present, you should just give me the money. I'll buy my own brother some clothes.”
When she saw how the shameless old lady extended her hand for money, Arissa's eyes flashed with disdain. “It's not what you think!”
Arissa recalled that Northstream was Finley's hometown. No wonder she's here buying a present for her brother's birthday.
“What's there to misunderstand? Aren't you here to buy clothes for your granduncle? Since you don't know what suits him, you should just give me the money. In fact, you don't even have to attend the banquet and jinx the occasion. Anyway, be quick about it. I still need to rush over.”
Assuming that Arissa was there to buy her brother clothes, Finley demanded money matter-of-factly.
“That's right, Issa. You don't know how to choose clothes for the elderly. Hence, you had better give your grandma the money, and we'll just buy it for you,” Finley's younger sister, Morgan Durden, added.
Giving Arissa a resentful look, she felt her grandniece was nothing but a nuisance.
Therefore, they didn't dare invite her to the birthday banquet.
After ending her call, Arissa ignored the two old ladies and walk straight into the shop.
“Hello, can you get me a set of this and another one with that design? Both have to be in medium.”
Ignored by Arissa, Finley and Morgan were outraged.
Suddenly, they saw Arissa instructing the staff to wrap up the clothes she bought.
“Finley, is Issa buying us clothes? Not bad!”
Delighted by what she saw, Morgan softly praised Arissa in front of Finley, “Looks like she still has some respect for us. Not only is she buying clothes for Adrian, but she's also buying a set for us.”
Finley, too, was elated. She commented smugly, “I like the designs she picked, and the clothes cost quite a bit too. Looks like it's your lucky day to be able to bask in my glory.”
Morgan added with a smile, “That's right. Under normal circumstances, I can't bring myself to buy a set of clothes that cost a few hundred.”
As Morgan wasn't as rich as Finley, she had to rely on the latter and naturally ingratiated herself with her all the time.
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