Devoted Love:The Billionaire's Precious Wife-Chapter 573

Serena shot off a cheerful emoji.

Seeing her happiness, Martin’s eyes softened and a faint smile played on his lips.

"Feel like stepping out?" Martin asked gently. "I’m just outside."

"No." Serena wanted to stay home, hoping for a chance to get closer to her grandmother.

"Well, you rest up, and when you’re ready, just let me know. I’ll come and get you."

"Mmhm." After replying, Serena stopped engaging him and pulled out her phone, capturing the grand spectacle for a future Facebook post.

Martin’s status as her boyfriend was not yet suitable for public disclosure. She’d wait until his net worth increased a bit more before deciding.

In the garden.

Belinda genuinely wanted to speak with Rosemary, but before she could broach the subject, she was taken aback by the sight of the sky filled with smiling-faced balloons. The scene was especially stunning against the snowy backdrop.

"Who arranged this?" Belinda admired the view with a laugh. "It’s quite lovely."

"Does Grandma like it?" Rosemary asked with a smile. "I’ll take a picture for you."

"Why don’t we take one together?"

Belinda called over a servant to help them take a few pictures.

The white, snowy world and the sky full of pink balloons formed their backdrop. Rosemary crouched down, parallel to the wheelchair, and both of them laughed at the camera.

With the balloons, all bearing cheerful faces, as their backdrop, the photos turned out exceptionally joyful and appealing.

The servant snapped a series of pictures for them. Suddenly, she exclaimed, "It’s snowing, Mrs. Belinda! Ms. Rose, shall I take a few more pictures for you?"

The falling snowflakes lent a dreamy, beautiful touch to the entire scene.

From afar, Serena spotted her grandmother and Rosemary using her surprise balloons as a backdrop for their photo shoot!

Martin had finally gotten his act together and prepared such a grand surprise for her—only for it to be stolen as a backdrop for someone else’s photos!

She was somewhat upset.

Following this, her parents, uncle, and David ran into the garden, each vying to take pictures with them. The scene was quite lively.

Feeling left out, Serena quickened her pace towards the garden.

"Great, just perfect. This pose is excellent—hold it." The servant snapped a few more pictures, each one capturing their radiant smiles. "Shall we change poses?"

"It’s my turn!" David firmly clung to Rosemary’s arm, refusing to let go. "You’ve all had your turn next to Rose. Now it’s my turn!"

"You kid, you have no manners," Louisa was irritated, softly scolding her son. "You can at least let your uncle have a turn. And you won’t even let your own mother have a shot! Have you forgotten who brought you into this world through all the pain and hardship?"

"Mom, who was the one who wanted a daughter instead of a son? Who was the one who cried when her son was born?" David clung even tighter to his sister’s arm. "Anyway, I want to take a few pictures with my sister. You can negotiate with Grandma."

"Mom, look at your grandson, he’s so infuriating!" Louisa was somewhat helpless, looking pleadingly at her mother.

"Ah, indeed, this kid really has no manners. You won’t be like him, will you? You, Kenneth, and Sampson—all of you go stand in the back!"

Louisa was momentarily speechless.

The snow was coming down harder. Once they managed to snap the last picture, the butler hurriedly came over with umbrellas for them.

"It’s too cold, Grandma. Let me take you back inside." Rosemary was worried that the freezing weather might give her grandmother a cold.

"Alright, alright, alright." Belinda was overjoyed today.

A servant hurried over, bringing a scarf and woolen hat, which Rosemary quickly put on her grandmother.

Belinda watched her considerate granddaughter, feeling a warmth spreading in her heart.

When Serena arrived, Rosemary was pushing her grandmother back home, their happy chatter filling the air, as if they had just finished a family photo shoot.

Serena’s steps awkwardly halted as she watched them in the snowy landscape. She suddenly felt like the ultimate outsider.

"Serena, what are you doing out here? It’s freezing, come inside," Kenneth called out to her, not understanding why she was standing at the door.

"I came to pick up Grandma." Serena tried to hide her emotions, forcing a smile. "Rosemary, let me push her. You’ve been looking after her for so long."

The implication was clear: it was her turn now.

"I’m tired. I need to rest," Belinda said, a hint of fatigue in her voice, signaling that she didn’t want to engage in idle chatter anymore.

However, a thought crossed her mind. There was still something she wanted to discuss with Rosemary.

"Rose, take me to my room. I have something to talk to you about."

Serena was taken aback, feeling as awkward as a cat on a hot tin roof. She couldn’t understand why her grandmother seemed so close to Rosemary since she woke up—even though they were not blood-related.

And even if her grandmother liked Rosemary, why was she being ignored? Left feeling awkward?

"Serena, you should go get some rest too," Sampson, sensing her discomfort, tried to smooth things over.

Serena felt humiliated. She refused to believe that her grandmother had so much to talk about with Rosemary.

Was this just a way to get rid of her, the granddaughter without any blood ties?

All the excuses about being tired and needing rest were just that—excuses!

Her grandmother merely wanted to talk to Rosemary alone. That was it!

Serena, feeling a sour grape, glanced at Rosemary. She wondered what tricks Rosemary had up her sleeve to have everyone wrapped around her little finger.

Rosemary, sensing her displeasure and jealousy, moved forward, pushing her grandmother to her room.

Meanwhile, Louisa was looking at the photos they had taken earlier. Kenneth suggested she take a nap, and the two of them went upstairs.

"Serena," Sampson, noticing her mood, tried to comfort her.

"It’s okay, Uncle Sampson. I’m going to take a nap," she responded, managing to put on a brave face.

"Don’t take it to heart."

"I know. Don’t worry, Uncle Sampson."

In the bedroom.

Rosemary and the servant helped her grandmother lay down, then tucked her in.

"Rose, there’s something Grandma needs to talk to you about."

Belinda held her granddaughter’s hand, taking a moment to gather her thoughts before speaking.

"I don’t know if your mother told you about your grandfather’s illness. You’re so skilled in medicine—you even managed to handle my difficult situation. I was hoping you could take a look at him, so we don’t have to live apart."

Rosemary understood—it was about this matter. She knew that her grandfather wasn’t well, but she didn’t know the specifics.

"The thing is, I have a daughter and two sons. The elder son is Bard, and the younger is Sampson. Bard took your grandfather to another country for treatment, while Sampson stayed with me in Lidaria."

Although it was Christmas Day and might not be the best time to ask, there was probably no more skilled doctor in the world than her own granddaughter. freewёbnoνel.com