The next day, when the first rays of the sun spread across the earth, Blanca had already gotten up.
Perhaps because she had things on her mind, she couldn’t sleep well.
Rosanne went downstairs to prepare for dinner as usual, calling out to the maid, “Is my bird’s nest ready? How come today … Blanca? What are you doing here? How did you let you cook, those …”
Rosanne just came downstairs to see Blanca is busy in the dining room, scared almost fell down from the stairs.
Her own precious daughter had just had a miscarriage, how could she be doing all these chores?
“Mom, your bird’s nest is here, the nanny heated it up first thing in the morning.” Blanca arched her eyebrows and brought out the bird’s nest from the kitchen. Rosanne took it over, took Blanca’s hand and sat down, “Why are you up so early? Didn’t you sleep well last night? Let the maids do all these things, how can you do it yourself? Did they treat you at The Grant family …”
Rosanne looked at Blanca’s submissive look and was worried, afraid that Blanca would be aggrieved.
Blanca shook her head and also took Rosanne’s hand, “Everyone is very good to me, it is not thinking that it is rare to have breakfast together as a family. I’m going to make you some delicious food, sugar cake, mom has never had this for breakfast, right?”
Looking at her daughter’s smiling face, Rosanne’s heart was relieved.
Soon everyone was up and Rosanne gave York a little twist, “My daughter made breakfast.”
Matthew saw Blanca’s busy appearance and felt like something was blocking his heart. He knew Blanca couldn’t be bothered, so he didn’t say anything. He went over and took Blanca’s hand and sat her down by her shoulder, “Stop spinning around, I’m getting dizzy.”
“Mm-hmm.”
Blanca also sat down, not long before she had to stand up again with a scuffle, “I’ll go get Grandpa.”
“I’ll go.”
Matthew stopped Blanca, does she even know how her body is now? She was so inconsiderate of herself.
Matthew went to call Old Mr. Butler for dinner. As soon as he pushed open the door, he saw Old Mr. Butler with his eyes open, leaning on the bed and wondering what he was thinking.
“Teacher, it’s time to go to dinner.”
“Matthew, come here, I want to talk to you.” Old Mr. Butler patted the spot beside him, “Help me up.”
Matthew nodded his head and walked over. Matthew helped Old Mr. Butler get out of bed and sit on the wheelchair, in fact, now his body has almost healed.
“Matthew ah, this matter, what do you think?” Old Mr. Butler asked.
Matthew paused.
He has been studying with Old Mr. Butler since he was a child, and is also considered his half disciple, so Old Mr. Butler is still very relieved about Matthew, not only relieved, he also knows Matthew very well, and knows that Matthew the child can be trusted.
Just, after all, is his own precious granddaughter …
“Teacher, I did not take care of Blanca, I will definitely find out the person behind the curtain.”