Chapter 407 Just Like Laura
Katherine turned her head at the noise and saw Finn standing respectfully at the door through the gap.
When she came back, she left the door slightly open to avoid suspicion.
Even though Sunny was young, he was still a boy, and the Mitchell family was full of drama, especially with Scarlett, who could stir up trouble anytime. Better to be cautious.
Katherine walked over and opened the door, saying, "Mr. Sunny Mitchell had a question he couldn't solve, so I helped him."
Sunny snorted from behind, "Who asked for your help!"
Finn smiled politely. "Got it. Thanks for your help! Lunch is ready, and Mrs. Hellen Mitchell made some cookies just for you. I came to invite you to join us."
Katherine nodded. "Alright, I'll be right there."
Sunny put down his pen. "I want to try Grandma's cookies too!"
Katherine turned back and looked at him sternly. "You can't go anywhere until you finish your homework."
Sunny, of course, didn't listen. He stood up and swaggered out. "I'm going! This is my house. I can do whatever I want!"
Katherine stayed calm and took out her phone. "Hello, Mr. Bernard Mitchell..."
Sunny immediately turned back,and pressed down on her phone. "I give up! I won't go. I'll stay and finish my homework, okay?"
Katherine put away her phone, satisfied. "Good. Mr. Sunny Mitchell, do your homework well. I won't eat all of Mrs. Hellen Mitchell's cookies; I'll bring some for you later, but only if you finish your homework first!"
Sunny glared at her irritably but had no choice and went back to his seat to do his homework.
Finn, watching from the side, was a bit surprised. As they went downstairs, he couldn't help but ask, "Ms. Galatea seems to understand Mr. Sunny Mitchell's temperament quite well?"
Katherine replied calmly, "Not really, but I know the person he fears the most is Mr. Bernard Mitchell."
The Mitchell family's lunch was simple yet exquisite. Vincent had it served in his guest lounge which had floor-to-ceiling windows offering a view of the well-kept garden outside.
Dining there was relaxing and good for conversation.
In contrast, the dining room was too large, with a big, long table. It made conversation inconvenient and felt more formal and solemn, better for hosting dinner guests.
Hellen used a serving fork to place some side dishes on Katherine's plate. "Katherine, let's have a simple lunch first. Dinner will be a grand feast specially prepared for you by Vincent's people."
Katherine replied politely, "Thank you, Ma'am. This lunch is already quite exquisite! Please don't make dinner too grand; just the usual family fare will do. Otherwise, I really don't deserve it."
Vincent said, "Katherine, you are my benefactor. You certainly deserve it! Alright, don't be so polite with us. Eat more."
Katherine smiled helplessly.
She knew it was useless to say more, so she stopped with the polite words and focused on eating.
She was hungry, especially with a baby on the way. She was eating more and getting hungry faster than before.
Older folks love seeing someone eat heartily. Vincent and Hellen watched Katherine with kind smiles, taking turns serving her more food.
Hellen placed a chicken wing on Katherine's plate and noticed how she held her fork. She was stunned and looked closely at Katherine, her pupils trembling.
Katherine held her fork with her thumb raised, just like their granddaughter Laura did when she was young!
The family had tried hard to correct Laura's way of holding a fork but never succeeded.
Thinking of Laura, Hellen felt a pang of sadness. Katherine's resemblance to their missing granddaughter filled her with doubt and speculation.
From the first time she saw Katherine, she felt a resemblance, and the age matched!
People's features can change, but their habits often stay the same.
At first, Hellen thought she was overthinking.
But how could it be such a coincidence? Katherine not only resembled Laura in demeanor but also had the same way of holding a fork!
However, Laura had a distinctive birthmark between her eyebrows, which Katherine didn't have.
Seeing Katherine put down her fork to drink soup, Hellen tentatively asked, "Katherine, I don't mean anything by this, but I just want to know more about your family. You mentioned your mother is no longer around, so who else is in your family?"
Katherine paused, then replied calmly, "Not many people."
Vincent felt Hellen's question was inappropriate and reminded her. "Why are you asking such questions again? Let her eat in peace!"
Hellen ignored Vincent, eager to confirm her suspicions. She looked deeply at Katherine, "By 'not many people,' do you mean... you're the only one left?"
Katherine nodded. "Yes, sort of."
Hellen asked again, "So, are your family members all deceased?"
Vincent lightly kicked Hellen under the table, signaling her to stop asking!
Hellen just glanced at him and didn't heed Vincent's reminder.
Katherine took a sip of soup and answered calmly, "After my mother passed away, I was sent to the countryside to be fostered by relatives who didn't like me, so they sent me to a church on the mountain.”
“I grew up eating charity meals at a rural church. Most of my so-called family are still alive, but to me, they are like strangers with no emotional connection. It's as if they don't exist."
The 'family' she referred to, whether Galatea or Mitchell, meant the same—no emotional connection.
Hearing Katherine's story, Vincent felt pity. "Poor girl, you had such a hard time growing up! It's okay. As long as you are willing, this can be your home from now on!"
Katherine put down her soup bowl and smiled warmly. "I appreciate Mr. Vincent Mitchell's kindness. I am doing well now; I have friends and a loved one, and I have built my own little family."
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