CHAPTER 98: CHAPTER 98: GRANDMA GETS JEALOUS

Butler Shelby was also worried, "Let’s wait and see, you go up and take a look."

"Okay." Mary hurried upstairs.

Because Mrs. Kingston had a peculiar personality, everyone had to be cautious, concerned about the children’s safety.

Upstairs.

"Grandma, our room is this way." Gigi led the way.

Kristina Kingston, however, stopped in her tracks and looked around with a calm gaze, "Where is the master bedroom?"

At that moment, Mary also came up and quickly bowed respectfully, "Madam, this way please."

Gigi and Dolly were stunned, didn’t Grandma even know which room Daddy slept in?

The children entered the kids’ room.

"Brother, do you think Grandma will come to sleep with us later?"

"Probably, there’s no extra bed here, she can’t sleep in Daddy’s bed."

"Brother, I think Grandma is kind of strange."

"This is a good opportunity to understand each other, whether she likes us or not, she’s our Grandma, we have to get to know her first."

Dolly nodded sensibly.

Having depended on their mommy for six years, the brother and sister longed for family affection more than anyone else.

Mary led Kristina Kingston into the master bedroom.

Mary stood at the door.

From the moment she entered, Kristina Kingston felt a different kind of emotion; the master bedroom was large, stylish, and simple, with women’s cosmetics on the table, and a woman’s nightgown on the bed.

"Mia and he sleep together?" She turned her gaze, her cold eyes falling on Mary.

Mary replied truthfully, "Yes, Madam."

"..." Kristina Kingston felt as though she swallowed a fly.

She didn’t stay in the room for long and left with a cold face.

Kristina Kingston came to the door of the children’s room and was startled by everything inside.

This children’s room was warm and beautiful, pink and blue intertwined, each arrangement full of thought, with a large, soft round bed with many cushions on it.

There was also a cute bunk bed with a slide, the bed painted with characters from cartoons.

A floor-to-ceiling fake tree stood in the corner, with two swings hanging from it, lush branches spread, with stairs leading straight to the top, a verdant shade, and a small house on the tree.

The ceiling of the room was an ocean, the blue sea water moving with the light, very realistic.

"Grandma, this is what Daddy prepared for us, isn’t it beautiful?"

Kristina Kingston noticed her son’s thoughtfulness, and she felt jealous and disappointed...

"Grandma, tonight we’ll sleep on the round bed with you."

Kristina Kingston was still lost in thought, Gigi came over and grabbed her hand, "Grandma, come and sit down!"

"Grandma, do you know how to tell stories?" Dolly looked up and asked in a childish voice.

Mary, standing to the side, became nervous, "Madam, tonight you will..."

"You go back first." Kristina Kingston looked at her, her gaze firm, "I’ll stay here tonight."

Mary was unwilling to leave, but she had no choice.

"Well... be safe." She went downstairs, planning to spend the night in the car.

Mary was very anxious, letting the children stay with Madam for a night? The Madam had a peculiar temper, what if something happened?

Kristina Kingston looked at Mary, "You go out and close the door."

"...Yes."

After Mary left, she lay on the round bed with the children, sharing the same blanket.

"Grandma, won’t you take off your clothes to sleep?" Dolly asked curiously, "Why are you wearing so much?"

But obviously, this was a question she didn’t want to answer.

"Grandma, let me tell you a story?" Gigi’s bright little eyes sparkled, "What kind of story do you want to hear?"

.....

That night, like Mary, Butler Shelby and Mary did not sleep.

Butler Shelby and Mary stayed outside the children’s room all night, with their ears pricked listening for any sound inside.

In the room, the children kept calling "Grandma," and Kristina Kingston’s ears had never been so lively.

This feeling was a brand new experience for her, somewhat beautiful.

But if only these two children were Monica Usher’s, how wonderful it would be?

Early the next morning.

Monica Usher got up early, having tossed and turned all night dreaming of Justin Kingston, unable to sleep.

Loving someone is so exhausting.

She drove to Emerald Cove early in the morning, knowing full well this was a place she could never enter again.

Yet she came anyway, as if drawn by some unseen force.