She didn’t often confront George, because Kennedy was perfectly protective of her.
Realizing that, Alice let out a smile and said lightly, -Nothing hard, Kennedy’s survival refers to my greatest wish. Thank you for seeing him again and being lucky to unite us, even if he lets me suffer more, I won’t mind. Okay, I don’t mind his grandfather either.
On the contrary, I was very grateful to Jorge.
Alice looked at Jorge, who was sitting on the sofa in the living room.
Yanis said, -You win, such a stubborn old man, doesn’t he really bother you? It’s the first time we met, I don’t find him easy to deal with.
Curiously, Yanis asked, -But why don’t you turn him down?
Alice looked down dejectedly.
-Because he saved Kennedy.
Originally Yanis did not pay any attention to her. But as soon as he heard the answer, Yanis immediately shut up.
How many people were buried at sea when the plane crash occurred, even a body part could not be found.
Everyone believed that he had died. However, Kennedy was alive, although he had changed his last name and first name.
How lucky he was to survive!
And the man who gave him a new life was Jorge.
What would have happened if Jorge had not saved him?
At the thought, Yanis trembled with fear. She dared not imagine. She glanced at Jorge, who sat on the couch. Suddenly, she took away the reason to complain.
Like what Alice said, Jorge didn’t seem all that upset.
After all, to Alice, the best hope in that desperate situation was Kennedy.
It didn’t even bother her; on the contrary, she thanked him very much.
-I can see that, I’m sure I won’t complain about him, don’t worry! Alice,” said Yanis.
Alice gave him a look, with a smile for the compression.
For Alice, she would never want to be enemies with George. Even if she didn’t like him herself, she would try to treat him in a gentle way, letting him accept her.
She would never hate him. She didn’t care what others thought. Her mind would never change.
***
As they all sat down together for New Year’s Eve dinner, Jorge stood transfixed, staring at the scene in front of him.
How many years had passed…
He always ate by himself, accompanied by the standing servants, busy for him. There was never one nearby sitting next to him.
Sometimes George could talk to Dylan about what he had been thinking, but after all, Dylan had his own family, no reason to accompany him on important festivals.
-Dylan, take the soup to warm up.
Hearing her, George woke up from the memory. He saw her passing a hot soup to Dylan with a happy face. Dylan got up hurriedly and took it with both hands, -Thank you, Mrs. Alice.
Alice was a little embarrassed, -Dylan, please call me Alice.
She really felt very embarrassed when he called her Mrs. Alice as a major, especially in front of Jorge, every time he called her Mrs. Alice, Jorge was reminded of the reality.
Indeed Jorge looked angry.
It was uncertain whether it was for calling her Mrs. Alice or for missing the soup.
Just as Jorge became disgruntled, she presented him with a bowl of hot soup.
-Grandpa.
George was met with Alice’s smiling face.
-Why are you giving me soup? Don’t!
Even saying that, George did not refuse the soup, but shared it with Dylan’s soup.
Realizing that there was more soup in his bowl, George felt better.
Alice didn’t care. She let out a smile and returned to her post.
Rachel, on the other hand, was not happy. She looked him in the face and said angrily.
-Old man, if it bothers you, why don’t you go back to your big house, and ask your servants for soup, stop turning your back here!
Before Rachel’s anger, George instantly shut up, nor answered her.
Having said all she wanted, Rachel took a sip of the soup.
She was happy to see him frustrated.
Dinner was Hot Pot, prepared by Raquel, which helped a lot to warm up in winter.
Alice specially opened the windows for ventilation and safety.
The ingredients were ready for each person to take what they wanted, and the Hot Pot had two flavors, spicy and seafood.
Seeing the sliced mushrooms and potatoes that she wanted very much, Yanis was thrilled. She dipped them in the spicy part, where she dyed them red. They looked delicious.
They were very hot, but Yanis was eager, she ate while blowing on the potato slices.
Jorge was speechless as he watched her eating no matter what, did she look like a girl?
Just when Jorge was ready to say something about Yanis, his daughter Raquel pulled out from the spicy part a bunch of bacon and something on a stick prepared by herself, then blew on them as Yanis did.
Even Raquel felt that the taste was not enough, she smeared them in the spicy sauce and took them in one huge mouthful.
Jorge again was speechless.
He had not expected that his daughter, who had not seen him for so many years, had turned out like this.
Jorge was very disappointed. He glanced at Alice, who was quietly heating the veal on the seafood side with a public filter instead of gulping it down like Yanis and Raquel.
Before long, the veal was ready. She put it on a white plate and got up to serve it to Jorge with a sauce.
-Grandpa.
Jorge did not expect her to give him the sliced veal instead of taking care of herself.
Even though he was very surprised, Jorge continued to look proud, -What is this hot? It’s overcooked, how can I eat?
Alice looked at the veal.
It was not overcooked at all, whose tenderness was exactly perfect, at the same time, if the meat yielded to the taste, it would be easy to take it along with the parasites.
Thinking about it, Alice let out a faint smile, -Grandpa, it’s the first time I heat the veal, less skillful, try it, I will cook the lamb for you.