Chapter 439 A Grandeur Beyond Lola's
Winslow had cherished Lola as her beloved granddaughter for the past eighteen years, while her acquaintance with Abella was relatively recent. It was only natural that her emotional investment in Lola was greater. Upon learning that Lola was not her biological granddaughter and that Lola's promising fiancé was no longer in the picture, Winslow felt a pang of empathy. She reached out, patting Lola's hand in a comforting gesture. "Perhaps it's the hand of fate," she mused, her gaze softening. "Tell me, are you and your boyfriend truly in love?" Lola could only respond with a reluctant nod. "Then bring him to meet me another day," Winslow instructed, her eyes filled with love. "You've been sheltered since childhood, and you shouldn't have to endure any injustice. I want to assess his character, to see if he will treat you well in the future. My hope is for your lifelong happiness... And rest assured, the Medici family will ensure you have a grand wedding." A sudden prickling sensation overwhelmed Lola's nose. "Thank you, Grandma," she managed to whisper. Indeed, it seemed only her grandparents truly loved her, unlike her parents and siblings who were solely focused on Abella. Winslow then turned her attention to Abella, taking her hand gently. "Your future lies with the Bourbon family, and your wedding will undoubtedly outshine Lola's." Lola was taken aback by this revelation. Winslow reasoned that the wedding between the Medici and Bourbon families would be under intense scrutiny. If Lola's wedding appeared as grand as that of a fostered granddaughter, it would inevitably spark gossip. People might perceive that the Medici family did not value their own flesh and blood. Even if the Bourbon family raised no objections, their relatives near and far would surely believe that Lola's future husband's status was inferior to the Bourbon's, yet her wedding was on par with Abella's. This could potentially disrespect the Bourbon family. Furthermore, the Medici family had been indebted to Abella for the past eighteen years. If Lola's wedding was as grand as Abella's, it would be a disservice to Abella. Upon hearing Winslow's words, Lola's feelings of gratitude faded, replaced by a fleeting melancholy that she dared not reveal. Ever since Abella's return, everything that had once belonged to Lola was gradually taken away, leaving her with nothing. Even her grandmother's affection seemed to have dwindled. It was Abella who broke the silence, stating calmly, "The grandeur of the wedding is not important. What matters is his genuine affection for me." "You are a unique child..." Winslow observed, her gaze filled with approval. "I only wish your grandfather could awaken in time to witness your wedding..." "He will wake up in one or two days," Abella assured her. "Really?" Winslow's surprise was evident. "Are you certain?" "Mhmm." Abella's confidence in her medical skills was unwavering. If it hadn't been for the pill that had rolled under Ethan's shoe, her grandparents would have recovered within a month. "Mom, Abella is a miracle worker. If she says it'll be fine, we can trust her," Mrs. Medici interjected, her smile radiating confidence. "Is your grandfather's condition serious? Will he be able to walk when he wakes up?" Winslow asked, her tone grave. "For now, neither of you can walk," Abella admitted, "but you can go outside in a wheelchair to get some fresh air." The news that they couldn't walk disappointed Winslow, but she quickly asked, "When can he leave the hospital?" "Approximately one or two days after waking up, and I will bring the follow-up medicine to the house. The medicine is a bit bitter, but it's necessary," Abella explained. "No problem, I can handle it," Winslow responded, her smile returning. Her kind eyes revealed her satisfaction with her granddaughter.
At that moment, a knock echoed at the door. George, Margaret, and Elsa were the ones who had arrived. "Mom, I heard you had awoken and I hurried over, not daring to believe it was true!" Margaret exclaimed, rushing over to embrace Winslow, tears of relief streaming down her face. "You gave us such a fright, thank heavens you're awake!"Winslow feigned annoyance, retorting, "I hear you three haven't visited half as much as the Medici couple!"Margaret, quick to defend, replied, "Mom, we've been swamped, you know that. And the Medicis have been here too? Lola and Abella as well?" She turned to notice the others in the room, adept at reading the room's atmosphere. In front of Winslow, Mr. Medici, and Mrs. Medici, she praised Abella, "Abella is sensible, beautiful, and talented..."George chimed in, "Margaret and I both hold her in high regard."Elsa, unable to resist stirring the pot, added, "I find Abella quite likable as well. I suppose Lola feels the same?"Lola, maintaining her elegant composure, responded with a smile, "Of course, Abella is exceptional. Who wouldn't admire her?"Elsa, feigning innocence, teased, "I assumed you might harbor some resentment towards Abella due to Phillippe's situation..."Lola retorted, "Why would I? Whoever Phillippe chooses to associate with is his own affair. Besides, I have a boyfriend now."Elsa, not missing a beat, replied, "Well, I wish you and your boyfriend eternal happiness and a swift marriage."Lola, suppressing the urge to snap back, maintained her graceful smile, "Thank you for your blessings."Winslow, observing the exchange, couldn't help but smile. These two sisters always seemed to bicker at every opportunity. Yet, after all these years, their arguments appeared as harmless child's play in her eyes. She had grown accustomed to it."You two give me a headache as soon as you arrive," Winslow chuckled.Elsa, feigning hurt, responded, "Grandma, we're criticized when we don't visit, and you complain as soon as we do. So, should we visit or not?" She approached Winslow, pouting, "Is it only when Lola visits that you don't get a headache? You've always favored her.""Nonsense, I treat every granddaughter equally," Winslow dismissed, but then noticed one granddaughter was missing, "Where is your sister?""She's still abroad; she hasn't had time to return recently."Seeing Winslow's slight disappointment, Elsa quickly reassured, "If she knew you had awoken, she would undoubtedly catch the first flight back!"Winslow chuckled, "You little rascal..."After some light-hearted banter, Elsa suggested, "Lola, haven't you been making fruit platters recently? Why not prepare one for Grandma?""Is Grandma allowed to eat fruit?" Lola turned to Abella for confirmation."Yes, she can have a small amount," Abella confirmed.Lola, albeit reluctantly, began selecting a variety of fruits, planning to create a fruit tree platter for Winslow."Let me help you, Lola," Elsa offered.Lola, suspecting Elsa's intentions, quickly declined, "No need, I can manage on my own. You stay with Grandma.""Are you worried I'll steal your thunder? I'm merely offering to help. Don't worry." Elsa cheerfully retorted, reaching for some grapes to wash.As they chatted and prepared the fruit, the others turned their attention back to Winslow's condition.Upon learning that Winslow had awoken due to Abella's treatments, George and Margaret were both astounded. They had never expected Abella to possess such extraordinary medical skills!With everyone's attention diverted, Elsa cast a glance at Lola, who was engrossed in peeling an apple.
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