Chapter 879:
“I haven’t decided yet,” Christina answered with quiet grace.
Joselyn shot Christina a sharp look. “If you’re not invited, just say so. Don’t pretend to be undecided—it just comes off as wounded pride dressed up in indecisiveness.”
Bethel’s expression turned cold again as she glared at Joselyn, who constantly targeted Christina. “And who said Christina isn’t invited?” she snapped. “As far as I’m concerned, she can attend.”
Bethel was aware of Dylan’s affection for Christina. If he truly cared for her, he would surely invite her to Margot’s birthday banquet. If he didn’t, or if the thought hadn’t even crossed his mind, then there was no point in continuing anything between them.
“Bethel, Christina’s just a caregiver for the Scott family. How could she possibly get an invitation to Margot’s birthday banquet? Wouldn’t that disgrace the Scott family? And even if she does get to attend, she’ll probably be tasked with serving drinks or something like that.” Joselyn’s tone dripped with disdain, and her eyes were full of scorn.
Joselyn had initially planned to bring up the painting, considering suggesting that Christina sell it to Brendon for some cash, since Christina wasn’t even invited to the birthday banquet anyway. It seemed like a win-win for everyone involved.
But then, Joselyn’s thoughts shifted to Katie and Yolanda, who were in the process of stealing that very painting. Joselyn quickly realized it was wiser to stay quiet. If she mentioned it now, Christina might catch on, and the whole plan could unravel.
Bethel appeared ready to argue, her face already contorting into a deep frown, but Christina gently reached over and placed her hand on hers, stopping her.
“Bethel, let’s not get into that right now. Are you feeling alright? Would you like to take a little break?” Christina asked softly.
“No need, I’m already feeling much better,” Bethel replied, offering a faint smile and giving Christina’s hand a light, reassuring pat.
𝓢𝓮𝓮 𝓲𝓽 𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓼𝓽 ⲅ𝓪𝓁ⲛ𝓞𝓿𝒆𝓁𝓼⸳𝖼𝖔𝖒
As they talked, Joselyn couldn’t help but steal glances in the direction Katie and Yolanda had disappeared to. It had been a while, and they still hadn’t returned.
Joselyn’s anxiety grew. Christina had to be kept distracted until Katie and Yolanda came back—only then could things go smoothly.
Finally, Katie and Yolanda returned.
Joselyn’s gaze drifted to the large bags they were carrying, her brows furrowing slightly. The bags didn’t look like they were holding a painting. Could it be that they hadn’t found it?
Joselyn shot Katie and Yolanda a quick look, but both subtly shook their heads, clearly signaling that they hadn’t found the painting.
Suddenly, Katie spoke up, “Grandma, we should go. You’re not in the best shape, and you really need to rest.”
As she spoke, Katie clutched the corner of her shoulder bag tightly, clearly itching to make a quick exit.
Christina raised an eyebrow at Katie’s sudden urgency. There was something off about her—a nervous edge that didn’t sit right. This wasn’t the Katie Christina knew. Normally, Katie would have fired off a few snide comments before leaving. Why the sudden rush this time?
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