Outside.
Charlie and Oliver were led by Sophia into Grandpa Henry's prized greenhouse by their cousin Juliette.
Amidst the room filled with expensive plants, the two boys dared not move a muscle.
They had been here once before, when they needed to feed their newly acquired rabbit with some "grass".
That very night, their father was summoned to Grandpa's study and didn't emerge until after a stern hour-long lecture.
From then on, they knew to recognize the value of these plants and were strictly forbidden from touching them, as they were Grandpa Henry's pride and joy.
Clearly, Juliette was blissfully unaware.
She moved freely around the greenhouse, turning to find the two boys frozen at the door, giving them a curious look.
"Charlie, Oliver, why aren't you moving? Grandpa's flowers are beautiful, look! I'm not stingy, come here, and I'll pick the reddest one for you."
The two boys shook their heads in terror.
They dared not.
Juliette, thinking they might run away again, plucked two flowers and stuffed them into their hands, "Here, consider the face-pinching incident forgotten. Don't be mad at me, okay?"
Charlie and Oliver's eyes widened, not at the sight of the flowers, but at the thought of Grandpa Henry's explicit instructions. Even the least expensive plant in the greenhouse was worth a year's supply of their favorite cheese sticks.
Cheese sticks were their most cherished snack.
Holding these flowers... would they ever get to eat snacks again?
Grandpa Henry slowly made his way out of the room, spotting the group of kids in his greenhouse.
Just then, a flash of red caught his eye.
Grandpa Henry squinted, turning to his butler, "What are Charlie and Oliver holding in their hands?"
The butler, following closely, took a careful look and cautiously replied, "Sir, the young masters are holding your three-year-old begonias!"
"..."
Grandpa Henry closed his eyes briefly, deciding to address the root of the issue, "Let their father know he'll need to make it up to me. What's the point of having him if he can't even watch over a couple of kids?"
The butler hesitated but decided to speak up for their father, "Sir, their father isn't here."
Grandpa Henry snorted, "A child's failure to behave is the father's failing."
"Crash!"
Grandpa Henry felt a sudden tightness in his chest, "What now?"
The butler adjusted his glasses, seeing the situation inside, "...Miss Juliette accidentally knocked over the lotus orchid Luke had brought you the day before yesterday!"
Grandpa Henry pursed his lips, serene, "No matter, it's broken, it's broken. We'll make room for a new one; have him bring another."
The butler, "..."
If it were that easy to replace, Luke wouldn't have had to secure one from an auction.
"Crash!"
Before the butler could speak, Grandpa Henry stopped him, "Never mind, I'd better go lie down. My heart suddenly feels uneasy."
The butler stood there, his own heart in knots. Each of those plants was pampered and nurtured by Grandpa Henry himself.
"Should I ask Miss Juliette and the boys to come out?"
"For what?"
Grandpa Henry declared righteously, "What's wrong with a girl liking flowers? Let her play. How much can it possibly cost?"
The butler, "..."
Grandpa Henry's heart was tilting so far it might as well have reached the Pacific Ocean.
Poor their father.
Just the other week, he had dipped into his savings to compensate for a rare orchid, and now it seemed he'd have to "splurge" again.
When their father caught up, he found the children huddled on the ground, whispering amongst themselves.
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