As they walked into the dining room talking, Susan saw Sara sitting next to Tyler.
Susan looked surprised but quickly regained her composure.
She looked at Theo and me and greeted us.
"Wanda, Mr. Grant, sorry I was late. There was traffic on the way."
I smiled slightly. "I didn't know you were coming. I would've brought more gifts if I knew."
"It's been a long time since we met. You're the guests, so I should be the one preparing the gifts instead."
This family dinner was now a little awkward because of Sara's presence, yet
Tyler, the culprit, ate his meal as though nothing happened.
Sara put food on his plate in a natural manner, showing how close the two of them were as if no one was watching.
Susan looked calm the whole time, her expression impossible to read.
Carlson asked her how the child was doing, and she said only a few words about him. She said that she would enroll the child in a sensory class for toddlers, and Carlson agreed. He told her to enroll the child and offered to pay for it.
He gave Susan a card after saying that and told her not to be hesitant when spending money. He asked her to buy anything she wanted for herself and the baby. He also said that if she found her current residence inconvenient, he could get her a new house too. Sara looked at Susan several times with a blank face and an unreadable expression.
I figured she must be envying Susan.
Although Tyler had always been generous and she was able to get plenty of money from him, that bit of money was nothing compared to the black card Carlson gave Susan.
Everyone's mind was occupied at the dinner table. When dinner was finally over, Susan went to feed the baby. I told the servant to distract Sara while I dragged Tyler to the backyard.
In the backyard, I said with an unkind expression, "Did you hit your head or something, Tyler? Why did you bring Sara here?"
Tyler tutted and crossed his arms. He leaned against the wall and said with a face full of impatience, "Isn’t this a family reunion dinner? She’s going to be your family sooner or later, so I might as well bring her over so you can get to know her in advance.”
My countenance changed as I asked with a stern face, "Are you serious?"
Tyler nodded. "It's the same no matter who I marry, so why not marry one who won't make me worry all the time? Sara looks good and doesn’t have a complicated family history. If I marry her, then at least she won't be bold enough to mess around behind my back."
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