Calista could imagine the frosty reception she would receive from the Ellington family, but she never expected to be met with such outright disdain.
Of course, it was all because of Vivienne!
"Grandpa, please keep it. Don't disregard Calista's thoughtful gesture," Fiona chimed in, playing peacemaker, and managed to diffuse some of the awkwardness.
Cecilia scoffed disdainfully, eyeing Calista with contempt. "Calista, my father already has a Specter Healer's bracelet, a gift from our dear Vivienne. Your little present is redundant at the moment."
Calista's heart skipped a beat.
Specter Healer!
How did Vivienne come to possess something from the elusive Specter Healer?
The entire medical community knew of Specter Healer's enigmatic reputation, never leaving a trace. How could they have possibly left something personal behind?
Where did Vivienne acquire it?
What infuriated Calista even more was the fact that Vivienne dared to give away something as coveted as a Specter Healer artifact!
Those were treasures she could only dream of obtaining!
As Calista grappled with shock, Cecilia's smirk widened.
"Come on, Vivienne, let's go have some fun," Cecilia said, pulling her away.
Vivienne did not resist, allowing Cecilia to lead her off, only sparing Fiona a fleeting glance as she passed.
Fiona suddenly felt a chill run down her spine, unsettled by the penetrating gaze of Vivienne's eyes. She felt she had been seen through for some inexplicable reason.
It was not until Vivienne and Cecilia had ascended the staircase that Fiona's shiver subsided.
She could not shake the feeling that she had seen those eyes somewhere before.
Percival stood up, briefly glancing at the herbs in Calista's hands.
Coming back to her senses, Calista was about to greet Percival when he abruptly spoke, "Aurelia, make sure to properly inspect anything brought into the Ellington home from now on. We can't just accept things from anyone."
"Yes, sir." The household staff, especially Aurelia, had served the Ellingtons for over forty years.
She knew precisely how to read the Ellingtons' moods.
They made no secret of their disdain for Calista, and Aurelia was more than willing to demonstrate her loyalty.
Aurelia promptly took the herbs from Calista. "Please let me inspect them."
Calista, feeling her cheeks burn with embarrassment, managed a strained smile. "Of course, Aurelia. Thank you."
True to her word, Aurelia called the family doctor before Calista to check the herbs.
Calista fumed silently, forced to endure.
Percival, uninterested in the spectacle, followed Vivienne upstairs.
Clutching the banister, Calista's fists tightened as she watched his retreating figure.
It was all because of Vivienne!
Had it not been for Vivienne, she would not have suffered such humiliation.
After the family doctor confirmed the herbs were harmless, Aurelia returned them to Calista.
After recovering from the snub, Fiona sat next to Calista and placed the box of herbs in Richard's hands.
"Grandpa, this is a token of Calista's respect for your birthday. You can't just turn it away, right? Please accept it."
"Fiona, even if you're not working at the company, you can't just loaf around and bring troublemakers around. I'm tired. It's time for you to go," Richard grunted, tossing the box aside.
Just yesterday, Fiona had been ousted from the company, but as Richard's granddaughter, he showed a modicum of grace.
But as for Calista, Richard had no such consideration.
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