"No, it’s not like that. I’m staying at the Johnson Family’s house, so in a way, I’m a guest, and I should do what I can on my own." George explained.

Aria Harris angrily said, "Stop lying to me! It’s definitely that Curly girl treating you like a servant again."

"No, she didn’t."

Aria looked at her son, who was bewitched, and said, "Fine! If you want to stay, then stay. From now on, don’t expect me to think of you as my son."

Owen Hunter said, "Your mom’s pregnant, her emotions are unstable. Don’t take her words to heart. If you want to stay and keep Grandpa company, then stay."

"Thanks, Dad."

Owen sighed and patted his son’s head.

Aria stood up and left the hospital room, with Owen following her out.

In the dim safety corridor, Aria began to cry. Owen hugged her from behind, gently comforting her, "You’re pregnant now, you can’t let your emotions fluctuate too much."

"It’s been so hard for me to give birth to him, I nearly gave up my life... When he was little and sick, I held him night after night... I’ve sacrificed so much for him, and in the end, he goes and chooses a little girl over his parents."

"Boys are like that. He’ll appreciate your efforts when he grows up."

"I’d accept it if he liked Gracey. But no, he has to like Curly. That Curly, spoiled rotten by Adrian Desmond, is just short of committing murder and arson.

If George actually brings this ancestor home someday, wouldn’t he be oppressed by her for a lifetime?"

"..."

"What’s wrong with your son? Of all the girls, why did he just fall for Curly?"

"They just clicked, what can you do?" Owen was much more open-minded than Aria.

No matter how bad Curly is, if George is into her, the kind of life he leads is George’s choice.

"Stop thinking negatively all the time. Curly might be a bit spoiled, but she’s not inherently bad. She’ll mature and understand things when she grows up."

"..."

"Stop crying, didn’t the doctor tell you to keep a peaceful mind? Being so emotional isn’t good for the baby."

Aria angrily said, "What’s the point of having a child? The arms always turn outwards."

"If Curly wins over our George, you have a daughter and win over Sheehan, wouldn’t that work out?"

Aria glared at him and said, "Come on, Desmond Family, I’m not messing with them."

"Haven’t you always worried about your dad? Let him go to Abyanabad. He said he’s old and wants to go back to his roots, but he won’t go. The doctor said his illness stems from long-term depression.

George staying is also his way of honoring you."

Aria’s attitude softened a bit, but she still stubbornly said, "You and your son just ganged up on me, bullying me?"

"How dare I? The way your son feels about Curly is how I feel about you?"

"I shouldn’t have lost my temper just now." Coming to her senses, Aria acknowledged that she had gone too far.

"You’ve just been under too much pressure lately — your dad got sick, and you’re pregnant. It’s okay, I’ll talk to George. Besides, your son can tolerate even Curly’s temper, what you did wasn’t much."

Thinking of the elderly couple, the doctor’s words, Aria finally compromised. Her father liked George so much, if George could stay, it was also beneficial to his recovery.

"Since he’s staying, pick a few good servants to stay too."

"Yeah, got it."

...

At the hospital entrance,

Curly was holding a bouquet of roses and lilies, pitching to potential flower buyers.

"Uncle, are you going to visit a patient? Going empty-handed isn’t great, is it? Want to buy a bunch of flowers?"

Curly pitched her sale, noticing the man staring at her, she gave a bright smile.

"Are you selling flowers?"

"Yes, my grandpa is ill and needs surgery, it’s going to cost a lot of money..."

Her grandpa had long since been in heaven, so it’s not really jinxing him, "Uncle, won’t you buy a bunch?"

"How much?"

"When I bought them, a bunch was 15. Uncle, you can pay what you see fit." Curly blinked her beautiful, clear eyes, looking innocently at the man.

The man felt giving too little would be bullying a kid, so he pulled out his wallet and bought the two bouquets for 75 dollars.

"Uncle, thank you, good deeds will be rewarded."

Curly took the 75 dollars and ran over to Lorie Cooper, who was waiting not far away.

Lorie looked at Curly, and couldn’t help but laugh, "Curly, your family is so rich? Why are you always so stingy?"

"Flowers don’t stay red for a hundred days, people don’t stay good forever. My dad’s family was once so wealthy, but after my grandpa passed, didn’t he have a period of hardship? As for my mom, from growing up in an orphanage, there weren’t even birthday cakes.

So no matter how much money there is, there could be a day without it, but if I have the ability to earn money, I’m not afraid."

"Are you really our Curly? Hasn’t an old woman’s soul possessed your body?" That’s way too mature.

"Lorie, you’ve read too many novels."

"..."

Curly shook the big bills in her hand and said, "Let’s go, I’ll treat you to a feast?"

"What feast? You won’t be taking me to a Western restaurant, right?"

"We’re going to the snack street. It’s cheap there and you can eat till you’re full."

Lorie: I knew she couldn’t be so generous!

...

At six in the morning, Sienna Johnson and Adrian Desmond were roused from bed by Curly.

"Get up, you lazy bones, the sun’s already shining on your backs."

Sienna jolted awake, thinking there was a fire, Adrian gently patted her hand, silently comforting her.

"Curly?"

Curly was dressed in sports attire, with a red headband, mysteriously up to something again in the morning.

"The best plan for the day starts in the morning, you should get up."

"It’s only six o’clock!"

"Six o’clock is just perfect to get up and run, run for an hour, then eat, and get to work without delay." Curly calculated the time for them.

"Why should I run?"

"Mom, we’re having a sports day, I’ve already told you."

"What does your sports day have to do with me? You’re the one who needs to exercise."

"It’s a parent-child fun sports day, parents have to participate too. Dad is fine, but you can’t do it, you’re too weak, you must start exercising now." Curly looked disapprovingly at her mother.

"Then I opt out!"

"Do you know what the prize is?"

Sienna wasn’t interested, she lay back down to sleep again, Curly tugged at her clothes, shaking her, "Mom, the prize is 150 dollars along with a dancing robot."

"Adrian, give her 150 dollars, and buy her a dancing robot, then throw her out for me."