Chapter 24: Chapter 24: Searching for Birth Parents?
Mrs. Yeats looked at her phone, and it was indeed Serena who answered the call, "Who are you? What does it have to do with you? Mind your own business."
"Who I am is not important, whether you’re an adoptive mother or a biological one, you’re still a mother. How can you viciously curse your own child like that?"
"I don’t want to talk to you; I want to talk to that little brat, Serena."
Nathan Sawyer wouldn’t give the phone to Serena. She was already very upset, and hearing those words would only make her feel worse....
She was filled with anger and wasn’t the least bit polite to Mrs. Yeats.
"Don’t call again. She has people who care about her and love her. As for you, you don’t deserve to be her mother."
After saying that, she hung up the phone and blocked everyone from The Yeats Family.
Afterward, she looked at Serena, who was beside her, "Serena, don’t worry, she’s not your mother anyway. Besides, didn’t you say Elias Lancaster is very nice to you?"
She looked at the person with her head down in silence, feeling heartbroken, "Don’t pay attention to them, you still have me!"
Mrs. Yeats was about to explode with anger. Early in the morning, Boss Hayes sent people over, demanding she hand someone over, or Mr. Yeats would lose his job.
Early in the morning, a few fierce-looking men stood at the shop’s door, making it impossible for anyone to come in for a meal. She thought about the day’s loss of income and its future impact.
She was so angry she could spit blood, believing it was all because Serena wouldn’t listen, which is why she called her.
But her anger hadn’t subsided before growing even stronger.
"How did it go?"
Mrs. Yeats hung up the phone, her eyes fixed intensely on Mr. Yeats.
"It’s all because of you insisting on bringing her back back then. I should have strangled her when we first brought her back."
Mr. Yeats frowned.
"Why are you saying such things again? We’ve raised her to this age. Yesterday, you openly said in front of so many that she was adopted; do you think she would still listen to us?"
Meanwhile, Elias Lancaster came down from his study and immediately noticed Serena’s poor mood.
He also heard Nathan’s comforting words and had a good idea of what was going on without asking.
Serena’s mind replayed the sharp, bitter expressions of her parents yesterday. She grew up in such a family environment, her heart slowly acclimated to their neglect.
For so many years, she had gradually come to terms with the fact that her parents didn’t love her.
Hearing Mrs. Yeats say with her own mouth that she was adopted, she felt a sense of release.
Since she wasn’t their own, how could they truly care for her?
"President Lancaster.... Morning....."
Nathan Sawyer glimpsed Elias Lancaster walking toward the dining area and greeted him.
"Morning." Elias nodded, then signaled her to leave for a moment.
Being sharp, Nathan understood immediately.
"Where’s my phone? Serena, I think I left my phone upstairs; I’ll go get it." With that, Nathan got up and headed upstairs.
Serena, "..."
Wasn’t the phone in her hand? Couldn’t she come up with a better excuse?
Serena looked at Elias Lancaster with a calm demeanor.
"Uncle, morning."
"Serena, have you ever thought about finding your biological parents?" Elias asked gently.
Serena appeared confused, nodding then shaking her head.
If her biological parents wanted her, they wouldn’t have given her away.
They didn’t want her, so why should she look for them?
Elias sensed her emotions, gently soothing her back, "Serena, maybe they lost you accidentally and didn’t mean to abandon you."
"Really?" Hope flickered in Serena’s clear eyes.
"Really." Elias raised a hand and stroked her head. "If you ever want to find them, just let me know, okay?"
Though this didn’t mean he wouldn’t investigate, he also wanted to know why her parents would lose such a wonderful girl like her.
After breakfast, someone from the Sawyer Family came to pick up Nathan, saying there was something important at home.
It was actually arranged by Elias. After the scenes from last night and this afternoon, he felt a bit worried.
Elias stayed home with Serena, watching as her mood improved significantly, feeling reassured.
In the evening, Serena was bathing.
Elias was browsing a pregnancy guide, frowning occasionally, and called for Nanny Livingston.
"Young Master." Nanny Livingston greeted with a smile.
"Ahem..." Elias cleared his throat, "Do we have any oil for preventing stretch marks?"
"Oh my, how could I forget? Young Madam is four months along; she needs to start using it, or she’ll get stretch marks. I had it prepared a long time ago."
Nanny Livingston, who had raised Elias since he was little, was always attentive to his needs.
Moments later.
Nanny Livingston brought the oil over.
Elias took it, examined it, "Where should it be applied?"
"On the belly, underarms, the thighs, and the buttocks. The technique is..." Nanny Livingston began teaching the renowned Master Lancaster how to apply pregnancy oil.
She never imagined that the young master she raised, always with a cold demeanor and no interest in women, was now doing this for a woman. She felt quite gratified.
Elias took the oil back to the room, listening to the sound of water from the bathroom, waiting for her to come out while seated on the sofa.
Half an hour later.
Serena came out, her hair still damp.
"Uncle, are you done with work?"
"Yeah."
Elias replied, naturally picking up the hairdryer to dry her hair.
The room was silent except for the sound of the hairdryer.
However, a different scene was playing in Elias’ mind, vibrant and full of life.
Soon after, Serena started yawning, ready to sleep.
"Serena, don’t sleep yet, apply this oil first."
"Huh?" Serena looked bewildered at the bottle in his hand; it was her first time hearing about this so-called pregnancy oil.
What was it for?
Where was she supposed to apply it?
Serena had been busy at home doing chores, and her phone was outdated and slow. She didn’t have time for TV or mobile games; all her spare time was spent studying.
Forgive her ignorance; she really didn’t know what this was for.
"This is pregnancy oil, used to prevent..." Elias patiently explained.
She innocently asked, "Do I apply it to my stomach?"
Elias nodded.
Serena reached out to take it, "Then I’ll apply it myself."
But her hand missed, hanging awkwardly in mid-air.
In an instant.
A thought drifted through her mind.
Was Uncle planning to help her apply the pregnancy oil?
This thought startled Serena.
"You don’t know where to apply it; there are places you can’t reach," Elias said with a flat face.
Hearing this, Serena confusedly asked, "Uncle, where should it be applied? I can do it myself."
Elias asked, "Do you know how to apply it properly?"
Serena paused; wasn’t it just applying pregnancy oil?