Chapter 183 Claiming It As One's Own
"But Abella's company is different. They rely on producing and selling clothes as their main profit. These processing orders are just an additional source of income!"
Even if they earn a little less on each order, it won't affect their company's operations!
But the Wilson family is different!
"Let's go." Mrs. Wilson hurriedly got out of bed. "After breakfast, let's go ask your mother for help."
Mr. Wilson finished washing up and went downstairs, but he didn't see Isla, feeling a little uncomfortable, "Where is Isla?"
“What happened to visiting grandma? Tell her to get up and have breakfast and get ready to go."
What time is it?!
How can she sleep with everything that's been going on at home lately?
"Isla's been up since six o 'clock! Been working in the kitchen! Didn't even eat breakfast! He said he would cook breakfast for you and the old lady first!"
Upon hearing this, Mr. Wilson realized that he had misunderstood his daughter and hurried to the kitchen to have a look.
Isla was busy in front of the stove when she accidentally looked up and saw her father's faint shadow on the wall tile. She immediately pretended to be unsteady and put her hand on the stove, making a weak appearance.
The nurse quickly stepped forward to help. "Isla, are you okay? I think you've been working too long and you're hungry! Sit down and rest!"
"I'm fine." Isla smiled. "It doesn't matter if I'm hungry. As long as Mom and Dad and Grandma think the food is delicious, I'm satisfied..."
At this point, she pretended to see Mr. Wilson accidentally and said, "Dad, are you awake? I made some food for you and Mom, and you haven't tried my cooking in all this time!"
Mr. Wilson thought his daughter was sleeping late in her room. Now seeing his daughter so filial and sensible, he felt faintly ashamed and embarrassed.
Such a good daughter, even if really sleep late, then what?!
How petty of him!
Isla has noticed his emotions, having been raised by a janitor and subjected to a lot of eye-rolling, her ability to read people's feelings was already well developed.
"I've been cooking since I was five years old," she said, undoing her apron as she brought her breakfast to the table. "When my foster mother would sweep the street, I would cook and wait for her to come home."
Mr. Wilson heard, the feeling of guilt in his heart deeper, did not expect this child, five years old will begin to cook...
"At that time, my foster mother was not in good health, we did not have money to eat meat, I just could cook a variety of vegetables for her, sometimes there was meat, because I was a child, anyway eat meat or not will survive..."
Hearing this, Mr. Wilson felt even more distressed.
And Mrs. Wilson saw Isla talking about childhood, and secretly gave her a thumbs-up!
As if to praise: that was great! Looked at your father! His eyes are red!
All the nannies around were saying:
"Poor Isla! Never eat too much, sensible and painful! Lucky to be home!"
"I think God just thinks you are excellent and specially let her come back..."
"Sir, you must be more kind to Isla, Isla is beautiful and obedient, much better than Abella!"
"Yes, that Abella has a bad temper!"
The atmosphere in the kitchen instantly lightened up, and the Wilson family realized how fortunate they were to have Isla back.
"It's always my sister, even though she made our family pay sixty million dollars, I still understand her and don't want to be her enemy..." She said this and glanced at Mr. Wilson, "I remember that Grandma liked to eat egg tofu. I checked online and found that this dish is high in protein and suitable for patients to supplement their nutrition. Additionally, its smooth texture aids digestion... So I made a little more, Dad, why don't you try it later?"
At this moment, she exclaimed, "Oh no, I forgot to turn off the stove!"
Her voice came from the kitchen, "It's okay, the soup isn't burned... Where is our thermal container? I want to put the soup in it... I need one with good sealing."
Mrs. Wilson saw that Mr. Wilson was still standing in place, so she took a few steps forward and said, "See that! Isla only cares about us, unlike that wretched Abella! We should treat her better from now on!"
Isla packed the soup and instructed the servants, "Please help me bring the other things I prepared for Grandma into the car. Thank you."
Upon hearing this, Mr. Wilson couldn't help but ask, "Besides food, what else did you prepare?"
"There's a back pillow that can be placed behind Grandma's waist for more comfort when she sits."
"There's also a tablet computer so she can watch her favorite Peking opera. I've downloaded all the performances by her favorite actors."
"And fresh flowers. Grandma has been ill for a long time and hasn't seen the view outside the window for a while. This bouquet can let her experience the beauty of summer!"
...
Isla continued to chat incessantly, her face brimming with happiness and joy.
Mr. Wilson couldn't help but feel sorry and guilty. He usually only doted on Abella and paid no attention to Isla. He never expected Isla to be so filial!
It was truly rare!
In room 301 of the NYU Medical Center's inpatient department, an elderly lady with silver hair lay peacefully on the bed.
When Mrs. Wilson pushed open the door, she was still asleep.
This was a VIP ward with a separate small living room. The three of them sat on the sofa, waiting, prepared to wait until the elderly lady woke up...
After a while, Mrs. Wilson's gaze suddenly fell upon a gap in the bedside cabinet drawer. It seemed that the elderly lady had opened it and forgotten to close it tightly.
She was curious about what was inside. Could it be the property deed? Or a bankbook?
With that thought, she approached and opened it, only to find a gift box inside!
Inside the gift box was a beautiful flower ornament.
She was somewhat surprised, "Why did the elderly lady have this?"
This flower appeared to be made of high-quality gemstones with exquisite craftsmanship, pleasing to the eye. Unexpectedly, when touched somewhere, melodious piano music came out. It was truly magical!
Isla's attention was also drawn to this item, "This piano piece sounds so good..."
Normally, there were no acquaintances visiting here except for them and Abella!
"It must have been a gift from Abella..." Mr. Wilson spoke up.
"This thing looks quite expensive, and the elderly lady must cherish it."
“Madam is still recovering. What if one day she accidentally shakes and breaks it? That would be a waste! No one in the house listens to piano music. Isla, you can take it. You can listen to it when you have free time."
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