Mrs. Jasper Sr. nearly choked on her anger.
Just then, there was a knock at the door.
It was mealtime. Most likely the housekeeper had come to deliver food.
Lilian smoothed her expression. “Come in.”
The housekeeper walked in with a thermal container, set up the tray table, and began unpacking the food. “Ma’am, I made homemade chicken soup—slow-simmered for five hours. Please give it a try…”
“Take it away! I’m not eating that!” Mrs. Jasper Sr. snapped.
The words were aimed at the housekeeper, but her furious glare was fixed entirely on Lilian.
Lilian smirked, picked up her purse, and walked out.
*
Meanwhile, Scott arrived at the hospital with Tiana to visit Charlotte.
As they pushed open the door to her room, they found the place buzzing with laughter.
Lena and Mia had just arrived minutes earlier.
Mia was playfully holding up a Hermès handbag. “Babe, I flew all the way to Frangelia for this. You can’t even buy it here yet. A designer bag cures everything. Take it, and you’ll be back on your feet in no time.”
Lena stood nearby, holding a Cartier box. “Lottie, I got you a bracelet.”
Charlotte smiled. “You girls really didn’t have to. It’s not like it’s a holiday.”
“We just want you back on your feet so you can come party with us,” Mia grinned. “Without you, even the male escorts I book feel boring.”
At that, Ian’s face darkened. He gave Mia a light tap on the back of her head. “You’re still booking male escorts?”
“Ow, ow, ow!” Mia rubbed the back of her head and shot him a mock glare. “I was joking! Just trying to lighten the mood. Why are you so serious?”
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