From the look on Jonathan's face, Stephanie guessed he had witnessed her whole syrupy-sweet performance earlier.
Ugh. To break the awkward silence, Stephanie said, “I’m going to the collection room to pick out a welcoming gift. Do you want to come with me?”
At the mention of this, a coolness entered Jonathan’s eyes.
Everything in that room was one of York's treasures, and he despised anything associated with the man.
“I need to rest. You go ahead. Come find me when you’re done.”
Stephanie figured that since he still had a fever, more sleep would do him good.
Mrs. Vasquez Sr. had Verna accompany her.
The moment Stephanie stepped inside, she was stunned.
The rumors about York's passion for collecting were clearly true.
The sheer volume of artifacts seemed to surpass that of a national museum. The dazzling array of items was overwhelming.
The total value of this collection alone could probably rival the GDP of Veridian for several years.
Verna was clearly also seeing it for the first time. When they were alone, she whispered, “Ma’am, although you won the master's favor today, you’ve likely made enemies of the other three ladies.”
York had only allowed Stephanie into the collection room to save face.
As it was his first gift to his daughter-in-law, it was natural that he wouldn't be stingy.
As Mrs. Vasquez Sr.'s trusted confidante, Verna was often the one to voice the things the matriarch couldn't say directly.
Stephanie instantly understood that Mrs. Vasquez Sr. was warning her to be careful.
She couldn't help but sigh.
The waters of the Vasquez family ran incredibly deep.
And Mrs. Vasquez Sr. herself had only told her half the story. Back at Aeterna Abbey, when she had pushed Stephanie to marry her grandson, she had only sung his praises.
Now, it was clear she had walked into a minefield.

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