Chapter 18
After Aurora left, Ryan breathed a sigh of relief and turned to ask, "Did you thank Abella properly?"
"We already gave her a check." Gabriel also was impressed by Abella. "I didn't expect a teenage girl to be such a great doctor!"
How unbelievable!
"She just happened to pass by, yet she noticed your condition. She argued against those doctors fiercely to save you!"
If it weren't for her interference, Ryan would have probably...
"A doctor with a big heart." Ryan vaguely recalled a small face.
Her features were blurred, but Ryan had a feeling that she was a pretty girl. And her voice was melodious.
Unfortunately, Phillipe had an engagement with Lola... Otherwise, she would be a great candidate for his future granddaughter-in-law.
"Did you get her contact information?" Ryan suddenly asked. "I want to thank her in person."
Gabriel hesitated and quickly glanced at Phillipe.
Phillipe got her phone number yesterday.
"Don't bother her," said Phillipe coldly.
"Why can't I meet my savior and express my gratitude?" So many experts had tried and failed to cure him. But when he was on the verge of dying, Abella had single-handedly saved him.
What did this mean?
This meant that Abella was a better doctor than all of those experts.
If he remembered correctly, Abella was around seventeen or eighteen years old. He could set her up with his other grandson, who was around her age.
"Do you have her contact information?"
Ryan noticed how Gabriel glanced at Phillipe earlier and was certain that Phillipe had Abella's phone number.
"Whatever. You must call her and ask her to come here," said Ryan, refusing to give up.
Finally, Phillipe relented. "It's up to her whether she visits you or not."
As his scheme was halfway done, Ryan quickly said, "Of course!"
If she didn't come, it must be because Phillipe's aloof look was too intimidating.
As Phillipe was about to leave...
"Wait!" Ryan seemed to have thought of something and added, "When you talk to Abella, be polite and use a gentle tone. If you don't know how, ask Gabriel! Don't scare her away, understand?"
She was his future granddaughter-in-law after all...
Phillipe thought, 'I'm always a perfect gentleman. Why do I need Gabriel to teach me?'
Gabriel thought, 'Sir Bourbon, please don't make things difficult for me. Mr. Bourbon has finally forgotten about the African project.'
"She saved my life. Don't you dare talk to her with a gloomy face!" Ryan was afraid that Abella would be scared by Phillipe as she was merely a young girl.
On the other side.
Beckett and Kimberly walked to the dining table and placed various dishes of breakfast in front of Abella and Lola.
"The chef got up early to make this. It's just out of the oven. Here, Abella, this one is for you. Be careful. It's hot."
"Lola, you've been living at school for a month. You look like you've lost weight. Eat more." Lola sweetly smiled, "Dad, Mom, don't worry about me. Give more to Abella. I've had enough delicious food since I was little." Kimberly chuckled and thought, 'Lola is such a sweet girl. She didn't try to exclude Abella by all means. Instead, she's being thoughtful for Abella. This situation is much warmer than we expected.'
"Dad, this is Earl Grey tea. You love drinking it for breakfast. Let me pour a cup for you." Lola stood up and poured tea from the white porcelain teapot into Beckett's cup before picking up another blue patterned teapot and pouring a different tea into Kimberly's cup.
"Mom, this is your favorite flower tea. Drink it while it's still hot." Kimberly did not expect Lola to remember their habits. Smiling affectionately, she took a sip of her tea. Lola looked at Abella with a triumphant smile.
Being a biological daughter meant nothing. After so many years of living together, no one knew their eating habits better than her. Abella bet that was what Lola was thinking. Her gaze was calm as she slowly enjoyed the exquisite breakfast, seemingly ignorant of Lola's provocation.
"Abella, I don't know what kind of tea you like," Lola said as she did want to serve Abella. But Beckett misunderstood. "So sweet. Abella, Lola is always like this. She cares about everyone in the family very much. If you don't let her pour tea for you, she will be unhappy."
Abella raised her eyes to look at Lola and said, "Thank you, Lola."
Lola was in a dilemma. However, it seemed that she only had one choice. With a smile, she stood up and picked up the teapot. She noticed that Abella was wearing a white dress today. The dress was thin, and this pot tea was freshly brewed. It was scalding hot. If it was accidentally spilled on Abella...
With one glance, Abella saw through Lola's scheme. Lola was pouring tea when Abella spoke up. "There's no need to pour too much at once." Lola did not expect that Abella would catch on to her plan so soon. She secretly gritted her teeth and wanted to pretend not to hear Abella. But Abella added, "Stop."
Lola had no choice but to stop pouring. Not dropping the smile, she said, "Abella, you are vigilant. I have been pouring tea for Dad and Mom for years. I never spilled a cup of tea. Are you worried that I'll burn you?"
Abella lifted her clear eyes slightly, curling her lips into a faint smile. "I noticed how full you poured for their cups. That's why I asked for less."
In terms of table manners, it was a show of respect to one's parents.
"Darling Abella, you don't need to follow those strict rules at home." Kimberly was surprised by Abella's thoughtfulness and her knowledge of table manners. In comparison, Lola seemed to be petty.
However, she doubted Lola said those words with a malicious intention.
Trying to smooth the tension, Beckett smiled, "Abella, Lola, the exam results will be out soon. Have you thought about which university you're applying for?" He put down his teacup and looked at them expectantly.
Sitting down, Lola felt the urge to win this round. She smiled, "I'm thinking about Stanford University."
The answer made Abella raise her eyes to look at Lola, an unreadable emotion in her eyes. Lola naturally noticed her gaze. She smiled, "Although many of my classmates complained that this year's exam was too difficult. I think it's easier than the mock exams I usually take. I don't feel any pressure. I'm confident that my scores are good enough for Stanford University."
"Didn't you want to study abroad before?" Beckett looked at her, looking confused.
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