Chapter 227 Family Status
"How is that not possible? Your sister is talented in many ways." Mrs. Medici gave him a disdainful look, as if she thought he was making a big fuss over nothing.
It took Blake a while to recover from his shock before he asked, "But Abella just finished taking the SAT..."
She's only eighteen! The age of innocence and naivety!
How could she be the founder of QY and the famous pianist-composer Anika Moses?
What on earth happened between then to cause such a drastic change in his sister?
"Oh, by the way, your sister also got a perfect score this time."
Mrs. Medici spoke with a calm tone, but Blake was once again struck by a bombshell. Shock couldn't begin to describe his current state of mind.
They said this year's SAT was extremely difficult, twice as hard as last year, with so many absurd questions. And Abella managed to score a perfect score?
How diligent and hardworking must she be on a daily basis to achieve this level of success?
How did he do? Can he still kneel down now after mocking her in person, thinking highly of himself? He just returned to the country and hasn't shown his best side in front of his sister yet, ruining his image entirely. What should he do? Can he pretend to have a split personality?
"Brother, you're back?" Just then, a joyful voice brought Blake's thoughts back. Lola happily ran to Blake's side, pulled a chair and sat down with delight, her eyes overflowing with surprise and joy. In front of her Blake, she felt much more relaxed, without the timidity and caution she showed in front of her eldest brother. She happily said, "Brother, when did you come back? Why didn't you tell me in advance so I could pick you up at the airport?"
"The young master became too famous. There were too many people at the airport, and we couldn't get close to him even if we arrived!" Maria said with a smile, looking at Blake mischievously. "Young master, you don't know how much Miss Lola talks about you every day!"
The surrounding servants were speechless. Maria had said the same thing when the eldest young master came back last time.
"Brother, about the favor I asked you..." Lola hesitated, her eyes showing a playful and expectant look.
"It's all taken care of!" Blake smiled handsomely, patted her head, and said, "Hellen's ten autographed photos are in my bag. I'll give them to you later."
"I knew my brother would be the best to me!" Lola revealed a smile that was pure and innocent.
She liked a dancer named Hellen from Korea, who had joined the variety show where her Blake was a mentor. So, Lola took this opportunity to beg Blake for Hellen's autograph. With Blake's top-notch status, getting several autographs was an effortless task.
"I have her WhatsApp, I'll send it to you later."
Hearing Blake say that, Lola became even happier, her voice sweeter. "Thank you, brother!"
She subconsciously glanced at Abella.
This glance carried a sense of provocation and show-off, as if saying: "My Blake got me ten autographed photos as a gift and even gave me Hellen's WhatsApp. Did he bring you anything? Who means more to Blake? Did you get the message?"
Abella was somewhat speechless. Wasn't it just ten autographed photos?
"Abella, is there any celebrity you like in the industry? If there is, forget about autographs and photos. As long as it's someone you like and they're present next time, I'll take you there and let you chat face-to-face."
"Thank you, brother, but I'm not a fan." Out of politeness, Abella declined the kind offer from her Blake.
Not a fan?
Lola rolled her eyes. She didn't believe Abella's words for a second.
The servants next to them were also surprised. A girl of her age who doesn't idolize celebrities??
But then again, Miss Abella is not an ordinary girl.
"Alright, enough chit-chat. The late-night snacks are getting cold, so go ahead and eat." Mrs. Medici, although she didn't eat, picked up a New Zealand green-lipped mussel.
Blake was touched and picked up a bowl to serve. "Mom, I haven't been home for so long, do you remember what I like to eat?"
Before he could finish his sentence, he saw his mother shelling a green mussel and placing it in Abella's bowl.
"Abella, Mom knows you like seafood, so have some more!" Mrs. Medici took another green mussel, removed the shell, and placed it in Abella's bowl. "Tonight's late-night snack consists mainly of seafood, with barbecue, which young people like to eat. Enjoy it to your heart's content."
She didn't want to constrict her daughter with "healthy eating." As long as her daughter was happy, anything was fine.
Abella smiled slightly, "Thank you, Mom. It's delicious."
"If it's delicious, have more. As long as you like it, I'll have the kitchen prepare it every day!" Mrs. Medici said this and finally gave Lola a green mussel.
Although she also removed the shell, Lola couldn't help but feel a bit bitter. Everything was given to Abella first, then to her!
Had anyone ever considered her feelings?
They had promised to treat her like their own daughter, what a liar! All of them were liars!!
Mrs. Medici picked up a skewer of salt and pepper grilled shrimp. Blake thought his mother had finally remembered him, so he excitedly grabbed his bowl. But the next second, he watched his mother place the grilled shrimp into Abella's bowl.
"Abella, this smells really good. Give it a taste."
Blake felt blatantly ignored, and even the servants couldn't help but sympathize with him for a moment. The young master's position in the family was so low, and he had such a low sense of presence..
After a while, Blake saw his mother taking out some grilled monkfish, and he hurriedly brought his bowl to catch it. "Mom, how did you know I like this..."
Before he could be happy, he saw the grilled monkfish fall into Abella's bowl.
He couldn't help but speak up, "Mom, I also like grilled monkfish!"
"You want to eat it, but you can't get it yourself?" Mrs. Medici glanced at him irritatedly. "Are your hands paralyzed? I haven't asked you to take care of your sister, and you're being so dramatic!"
She was indeed his birth mother. Mrs. Medici peeled the shrimp for Abella once again. Seeing that several had been peeled into the plate, Blake thought his sister couldn't finish them, so he reached out to take one. Unexpectedly, as soon as his hand touched the shrimp, Mrs. Medici slapped it away.
"This is for your sister! Can't you peel it yourself if you want to eat?"
After so many days of not being home, he felt like his position in the family had dropped another level... he was now at the very bottom.
Just as he was doubting himself, Mrs. Medici suddenly placed a Las Vegas crab leg in his bowl. A sense of joy surged within him, but before he could express his thanks and happiness, he heard Mrs. Medici's heartless voice.
"Your sister doesn't like this, so I gave it to you."
Finally finishing their late-night snack, Lola deliberately struck up a conversation with her Blake, wanting to display a deep brother-sister bond in front of Abella.
But as Blake watched Abella's departing figure, he hurriedly caught up and said to Lola, "Lola, we can talk later... I need to find Abella for something!"
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