Isabella glanced down at the thermos in her arms, her fingers tightening around it.
Inside was a soup made with the EverVita Essence developed by the Ghost Doctor!
If she mentioned the Ghost Doctor, Nicholas would surely accept it.
And he would see how dedicated she was, how much effort she put in for Old Mr. Blackwood's sake!
With this thought, Isabella clutched the thermos and prepared to step forward.
But she had barely taken a step when she saw Nicholas, after getting out of the car, walk around the front to the passenger side and open the door.
He made a gentlemanly gesture of invitation, placing his right hand over his heart and bowing slightly before extending a hand toward the passenger seat.
The gesture was so gentle it was breathtaking.
Isabella froze, her pupils constricting violently as she stared.
The person in the passenger seat... was that the distinguished guest Patton mentioned?
That gesture...
That was how you invited a woman out of a car!
The guest was a woman?!
As if to confirm Isabella's suspicion, a slender, pale hand gently placed itself in Nicholas's palm.
Next, a foot in a simple white sneaker stepped onto the ground.
Her legs were long and slender.
The person getting out was, indeed, a woman.
She was dressed in a simple white t-shirt and pants, her waterfall of long hair tied back in a high ponytail, revealing a strikingly beautiful face that wore no makeup.
The golden sunlight cascaded down, outlining the girl's vivid features and giving her a cool, crisp aura.
"Grandfather," Nicholas said, leading Serena by the hand until they stood before Old Mr. Blackwood. "This is Serena."
"Hahaha... Serena, we've been
waiting
you!" Old Mr.
Blackwood's eyes were complxl
fixed on Serena no longer every registering his grandson's presence.
He had seen Nicholas's chivalrous act of opening the car door and helping Serena
out.
When had his grandson ever been so considerate?
He studied Serena's face, his smile growing warmer the longer he looked. "The resemblance... it's uncanny, Serena, you're the spitting image of your parents when they were young! Wonderful, truly wonderful..."
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Blackwood," Serena said with a graceful, slight bow.
Her calm and composed expression, even in the face of such a grand reception, impressed Old Mr. Blackwood even more.
His gaze was full of admiration. "Excellent, excellent. Come in, come in. Don't just stand at the door."
His enthusiasm left Karen and Isabella standing nearby, stunned speechless.
Isabella, in particular, felt as if she had been struck by lightning the moment she saw Serena She froze in place, her pupils constricting as she stared blankly at her.
Her?
It was her?
That country girl they brought back from some village was Old Mr. Blackwood's distinguished guest?!
Serena was the reason for this grand display, this huge commotion, this personal welcome from Old Mr. Blackwood himself?!
Did Serena even deserve it?
Isabella was trembling with anger, nearly mad with jealousy.
Why?!
Even when Old Mr. Blackwood had been fond of her, he had never put on such a display for her!
He had never personally come to the main gate to welcome her!
But now, on Serena's very first visit, she received this kind of treatment, which was proof enough of how highly Old Mr. Blackwood regarded her!