Chapter 450 Everyone Revolves Around Her
Abella drew him several pictures, one per page, which made Carl very happy. He couldn't put them down and stared at them intently.
"I want one too." Winslow, influenced by her husband, also liked Magnolia's work.
Abella drew several pages for her as well. The paper was just ordinary A4 paper obtained from the doctor, but because of Magnolia's drawings, it seemed precious.
"Abella, your drawing style is really beautiful," Winslow admired her drawings and praised her without reservation.
"Does that mean Abella isn't good-looking?" Winston said, and Winslow gave him a pat. "Of course, Abella is good-looking, unless someone is blind and can't see it."
"Abella, can you draw something for me again, anything will do!" Carl loved Cordelia Grey's artwork so much that he took a blank A4 paper and wanted Abella to draw something random.
"How can you just draw something randomly? Abella, how much is a painting worth?" Mr. Medici was afraid that his precious daughter would get tired. "When you're discharged next time, Abella can visit you and bring her works."
"Draw something for us to appreciate first," Carl said, still holding the A4 paper, eagerly looking at Abella.
"Let Abella go, it's already late." Mr. Medici checked the time, and it was almost one in the morning. "Alright, alright, you guys rest first, we'll come to visit you tomorrow."
"You don't need to come, let Abella represent us." Mr. Medici didn't expect to be rejected by his own son!
Abella took the paper and casually drew a few strokes, and a magnificent sketch appeared on the paper. Perhaps no one expected her drawing skills to be so good. She completed a painting in just a few minutes, and Carl couldn't stop praising, "Wonderful, absolutely wonderful. I'll have this painting framed."
"What's so special about this? I've seen Abella paint with sand before." Mr. Medici took out his phone and showed Carl the works he had taken earlier.
Abella herself didn't even know she had painted with sand until she saw the artwork in the photos. She remembered a long time ago at Long Island Manor, while taking a phone call, she got bored and kicked the sand around with her feet. The garden was under renovation, and there was a pile of sand, which unexpectedly became her "tool" for painting.
It was captured by Mr. Medici in a photo.
"Send me this sand painting, I want to save it as my phone wallpaper." Carl didn't expect that sand could be used for painting, and it was done so well.
In fact, Abella could paint with many things, but no one knew because her drawings with just a pen were already stunning enough.
"Abella, we'll be discharged in a few days, you must come." Winslow held her hand, reluctant to part.
"Don't worry, Grandma, I will definitely come," Abella said gently, "It's getting late, you and Grandpa should rest early."
Winslow glanced at her husband, who was still happily admiring Abella's sand painting.
Abella smiled. "I'll paint a few for you too."
She had only painted for Grandpa just now and hadn't painted for Grandma yet, but it was getting late, and she didn't want to delay the rest of the two elderly people.
"Thank you, my dear granddaughter." Winslow was overjoyed. "After we're discharged, you can come to my place and play the piano. I have a great piano there."
"You guys want to tire Abella out." Winston couldn't help but laugh. "Alright, get some rest, I'll help you cover the blanket."
Carl could only reluctantly put away his things and lie down.
Winston covered them with the blanket, gave a few more instructions, and prepared to leave.
"Wait!"
This time, Carl seemed to remember something and sat up again.
"What's wrong with you now?" Winston smiled helplessly, not knowing what he was up to.
"What's Abella's phone number?"
"Oh, right, I didn't save Abella's number either." Winslow also sat up and took out her phone to record.
Lola, who was standing aside, felt a little uncomfortable seeing her grandparents doting on Abella all night. Why could Abella easily steal all the attention in such a short time!
After Abella reported her phone number, Carl wrote it down and couldn't help but read it out again to confirm with her. Winslow also squinted, quietly reading each digit, afraid of making a mistake.
"Abella, have you been on vacation recently? What time do you usually wake up every day?" Carl remembered a long time ago when he imitated Cordelia Grey's painting style and drew a landscape, hoping to get her feedback.
"I wake up at six."
"Six o'clock, why don't you sleep a little longer?" Winslow felt a little sorry. "It's rare to have a vacation, and you usually have a heavy workload. Is it because Mr. Medici and the others don't let you sleep in?"
"You should know, Dad, that I want Abella to have enough sleep more than anyone else." Mr. Medici immediately defended himself.
"She's a good kid," Winslow praised repeatedly. "There are too few children who can wake up early now. It's not easy, really not easy, to maintain such a good habit."
"Alright, you should lie down now," Winston said, reaching out to turn off the light.
"Abella, I'll call you tomorrow." Carl felt that he hadn't had enough conversation with his granddaughter today.
"Dad, Abella is usually very busy, managing her own group and other businesses. She doesn't have that much time. You should take care of your health first before finding her."
Mr. Medici was afraid that his precious daughter would have to deal with her studies, work, and now accompany the elderly.
"It's okay, you can call me anytime," Abella replied gently.
"Then I'll add you on WhatsApp later, remember to accept it when you see it!"
When Carl said this, Winston immediately interjected, "Why add Abella on WhatsApp now? You can add her tomorrow. Lie down and rest first."
The two elderly people reluctantly said a few more words to Abella before lying down.
After Winston turned off the light, everyone bid each other goodnight and quietly left the ward.
"It's obvious that Mom and Dad are very satisfied with Abella." Mr. Medici smiled, thinking that with such an outstanding child, how could they not be satisfied? He himself was extremely pleased.
Meanwhile, Abella was busy replying to messages on her phone, not paying attention to what they were talking about.
On the other hand, Lola heard her parents' words and felt a little dejected. If Abella hadn't appeared, she would have been the most outstanding granddaughter in her grandparents' eyes.
"Are you replying to messages?" Winston saw Abella constantly bowing her head to use her phone and tugged at her sleeve. "Reply to your messages and just follow me."
Abella was politely declining Mrs. Bourbon's invitation for supper.
Mrs. Bourbon had noticed that Abella hadn't been going out with her much these days and wondered if she found her annoying. So, she messaged Phillipe again, learning that Abella's grandparents had woken up.
Abella had been busy visiting them these days, and with Winston returning home, she hadn't been able to go out with her.
Mrs. Bourbon was delighted by this news.
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