Devoted Love:The Billionaire's Precious Wife-Chapter 571

At this moment, Martin pulled out his phone, found her Facebook post, and watched the entire video diligently.

He liked the post and even left a comment:

[Your family sure knows how to create surprises and romance. There’s much I can learn from them.]

When the wealthy lad saw Martin had typed such a long sentence, his eyes nearly popped out of his sockets.

"So, you’re on Facebook too? I thought you didn’t use it. I mean, you’re on Facebook, but you never like any of my posts." novelbuddy.cσ๓

"You’re not her." Martin put away his phone, his expression somewhat dismissive. "Besides, why on earth would a grown man post on Facebook, wanting likes?"

"Fine, my bad!"

Serena saw that the number of comments had exceeded two hundred, and she was overjoyed. Then, upon seeing Martin’s comment, her face fell.

Hmph, so he finally admitted he had a lot to learn!

When Romeo had prepared such a grand surprise for Rosemary, and then there was him—simply handing it over without an ounce of surprise. He was so frugal and rigid!

Totally uninteresting!

So, Serena responded to many people but deliberately ignored him.

After a while, Serena could not resist clicking on the fireworks video again. At the time, many of the staff at Reflections Villa had looked up at the night sky, taking photos and videos with their cell phones, gasping in amazement. They were all guessing who had arranged the fireworks display and how much it must have cost.

Serena felt a sweet sensation in her heart. She was watching the video when, unexpectedly, the camera panned over, and she thought she saw Martha’s figure. She was standing by a large tree, seemingly watching the fireworks.

Because the camera moved so quickly, the figure was a bit blurry even when she paused the video, but Serena could vaguely guess that it was Martha.

Martha had mentioned that she had heard the fireworks last night but didn’t go out to watch them.

If she was in the garden at the time, why would she lie about it?

Could it be that Martha, being of old age, had forgotten after watching the fireworks?

Was there something wrong with her health?

Or had Martha seen the news and thought that the fireworks display was not as grand as the one her brothers had prepared for Rosemary? So was it because she didn’t want Serena to feel upset and deliberately kept it a secret?

Thinking this, Serena felt grateful for Martha, who always thought about her.

The next morning

Belinda woke up in a daze, hearing someone speaking.

It sounded like her great-granddaughter’s gentle, soft voice.

She was asking the caregiver if anything unusual had happened the previous night. Then it was Rosemary’s voice, checking the monitor. She looked at the data and spoke with the caregiver for a while.

After a moment, a pair of soft hands rested on Belinda’s leg.

Rosemary sat by the bed, gently massaging her grandmother’s leg while discussing the medical condition with the caregiver. She also spoke to the other staff about the day’s precautions and a change in the prescription—replacing one of the herbs with red lotus seeds.

Belinda was already awake, but the comfortable massage made her relax and drift back to sleep.

She hadn’t slept this comfortably in a long time.

Not sure how long she had slept, Belinda woke to a world of pure white.

The snow had ceased; everything was draped in white, as far as the eye could see.

Rosemary sat by the bed, massaging Belinda. Seeing her awake, her eyes softened.

"Grandma, you’re awake."

"Rose... How long have I been asleep? What time is it?"

"12 o’clock." Rosemary carefully helped her up. "Be careful, take it slow."

Belinda managed to sit up, her gaze never leaving Rosemary, her tone filled with concern.

"Have you had lunch? Have you been massaging me all morning? My silly girl. Your hands must be sore! Let me rub them for you."

She had vaguely heard her granddaughter talking to the maid earlier in the morning, even helping her massage.

Time had quickly passed.

"I’m not hungry, nor tired," Rosemary smiled softly. "But you can eat something light today. How about I wheel you over to join everyone for lunch?"

Today was Christmas. It was more lively when everyone gathered together.

"Sounds good," Belinda agreed, her eyes crinkling with amusement as she looked at her granddaughter. Such a thoughtful, considerate, and sensible girl.

Rosemary assisted her, while the maid hurriedly came over to help.

"Miss Rose has been taking care of you all morning. None of us can replace her. She just wants to do something for you personally."

Hearing noises from the room, Serena, who had been waiting outside, hurried in.

"Grandma, you’re awake. Lunch is ready. Let’s eat together. It’s been a while since we had a meal together."

Seeing Rosemary pushing the wheelchair, she smiled.

"Rosemary, let me do it. You’ve been working all morning."

"It’s okay," Rosemary’s tone was indifferent.

The maid wanted to remind Serena not to overstep. In the eyes of Belinda, Rose had massaged her all morning without any complaints, while Serena had just walked in with sweet words, trying to take credit without doing anything.

It wasn’t very appropriate.

Unaware of what had transpired, Serena stayed beside Belinda, smiling sweetly.

"Grandma, I dreamed so many times about this day. Finally, it’s come true. You’re awake, and we can all have a meal together."

Before she could finish, there was a loud bang that scared her into shrieking and stepping back.

A smart robot about a meter high had unexpectedly exploded, scattering debris everywhere.

Rosemary immediately shielded Belinda on the wheelchair with her back, blocking the sudden danger.

Several people were shocked.

Belinda was startled as well, and Rosemary hurriedly comforted her.

"Grandma, it’s okay. It’s just a robot that suddenly exploded. Take deep breaths, exhale slowly, relax."

Belinda first worried about Rosemary’s condition.

"Are you okay? Is your back hurt?"

"I just saw some debris hit Miss Rose’s back," the maid said, quite frightened. The incident happened so suddenly, so quickly, she hadn’t had time to react, and debris had hit Rose’s back.

She was worried about Rose getting injured and hurriedly went to get help.

"Let me see!" Belinda grabbed Rosemary’s arm, insisting to see her back.

Rosemary turned around.

"It’s okay. I was just hit. It doesn’t hurt."

"You silly girl. You just rushed in like that."

"Are you injured anywhere?" Rosemary carefully checked. Thankfully, it was winter, they were wearing thick clothes, and she had protected her, so the debris hadn’t hurt Belinda.

Serena was dumbfounded, only snapping out of it when Rosemary stepped forward to inspect the robot.

She quickly rushed to Belinda’s side, crouching down and asking,

"Grandma, are you alright?"

"I’m fine."

A shiver ran down Serena’s spine as she realized her own fear. She had instinctively stepped back, unlike Rosemary, who had immediately rushed to protect their grandmother, showing concern for her well-being.

Would Grandma think she was a coward? That she preferred her own granddaughter more?

If that was the case, then she had been negligent!

"Rose!"

At that moment, a crowd of people rushed toward Rosemary, all inquiring about her injuries.

But Rosemary was calmly inspecting the fragments of the robot.

"This robot is a knockoff. It looks like the popular high-end intelligent robot CX203, but it’s made up of substandard parts inside. The explosion was due to the poor quality of these components."

The crowd was astonished. How could a substandard product appear in Sampson’s house?

At that moment, a servant knelt down, crying in fear.

"Yes, I’m sorry, Mr. Sampson. I didn’t check properly when this batch of robots arrived. It almost injured Ms. Rose and Old Mrs. Griffith. I’m really sorry."

"It already has." Sampson’s eyes darkened, but when he looked at Rosemary, they softened.

"I’ll have a nurse check you over, and if necessary, we’ll go to the hospital."

"Yes, yes, we should go. I didn’t even react when the explosion happened, and Rose had already thrown herself on me to protect me."

Belinda was particularly moved. She hadn’t expected the child to risk her own life to protect her.

"It’s fine. I’m a doctor," Rosemary was confident. "I just got hit, but I have many layers on. I’m alright."

"Really? You can’t lie to me." Louisa was still very worried.

"Really, I’m fine."

Rosemary walked over to her grandmother, pushing her wheelchair.

"Let’s go have dinner."

"Have someone thoroughly investigate where this originated from," Sampson instructed.

Was it someone daring enough to sell him a knockoff among a batch of real ones?

Or had someone secretly switched the genuine one out?

Or was it due to some other reason?

"Find it out."

"Yes."

The butler was terrified, relieved that Ms. Rose hadn’t been injured or bleeding—otherwise, he’d be in trouble for his lack of oversight!

After this incident, Belinda had Rosemary sit next to her, with David shamelessly sitting on Rosemary’s other side.

Sampson voiced his concern.

"You have plenty of time to eat with your sister at home. I’m only here for a few days. Won’t you get up?"

"Uncle Sampson, you’re an elder, and you’re fighting for a seat with your junior." David refused to budge. "If you want to have dinner with Rose, you can visit her at home."

"I will visit more often in the future."

"Forget it, Sampson. I’ve never won a fight for a seat next to Rose. Let’s sit together." Kenneth pulled Sampson down to sit.

"David, your eleventh global tour concert is in Lidaria, right?"

The implication behind Sampson’s words was: you still have time to change your mind.

"Uncle Sampson, I understand!" David chuckled. "You’ll definitely bring a crowd to support me, right? You’ll handle all the venue and equipment issues, won’t you? Thanks, Uncle Sampson. Cheers to you."