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Novel Catalog
Chapter 87
Veronica entered the kitchen and served herself a bowl of oatmeal before taking a seat opposite Matthew at the dining table. The two of them ate their breakfast in silence, adhering to the unspoken rule of not talking while eating.
Once they were finished and Veronica set her spoon down, Matthew casually mentioned, “The breakfast cost 300 per set, so that’s 600 in total for today and yesterday’s meals. Consider the milk a free gift. Don’t forget to pay me back with the clothes.”
Veronica nearly choked on her food. “Six hundred? Is the food laced with gold? Why is it so expensive?” she asked, incredulous.
Matthew, maintaining a straight face, added, “I’ve spared you the delivery fee, since you’re my godsister.”
She inwardly scoffed at his antics. Of course, you did this on purpose because I asked for money when I bought you breakfast last time.
“It’s a fair trade,” Matthew continued, unbothered. “You can always vomit all the food if you don’t want to pay.”
Veronica’s blood boiled at his words. Vomit? Really? She was so pissed, she could hardly think straight. After glaring at him for a moment, she stormed into her room, returning shortly after with a piece of paper in her hand. “Here you go. This is the receipt for the breakfast I bought you.”
Without missing a beat, she tore the paper into halves, then quarters, then tiny bits, until it was just a pile of shredded paper. Slamming it on the table, she declared, “Look, I’ve torn the receipt. Since we’re family, we shouldn’t be so calculative. It’s not right to act like this, right? Now that you’ve seen me destroy it, will you stop collecting money from me?”
Matthew, as always, was unfazed. He remained as cold as ever. “I’ll consider it,” he said with his usual indifference. Then, without further word, he stood, grabbed his things, changed his shoes at the foyer, and left.
Veronica’s frustration only grew. What kind of man is he? So petty… I don’t understand what goes on in his head.
After cleaning up the living and dining rooms, she hopped on her bicycle and headed to work, trying to push the whole exchange from her mind.
It was another busy day in the office. Veronica diligently learned about her tasks from the other secretaries. At noon, she had lunch with Xavier as usual. But when evening came and the workday ended, she told him, “I won’t be having dinner with you tonight. I need to meet a friend. I’ll be back at the office by 8:00 AM tomorrow.”
Xavier nodded without hesitation, seemingly in a good mood. “Alright, see you tomorrow.”
After leaving the office, Veronica stopped by a nearby mall to buy some fruit and dietary supplements before taking a cab to the Kings Residence.
Since it was the evening rush hour, the traffic was unbearable, and it took her about an hour to get to her destination from the city center.
Upon arriving at the Kings Residence, she immediately spotted Matthew’s car parked off to the side. She paused for a moment, holding the things she’d bought, and thought about entering the house with him to visit Elizabeth, since he was already there. But just as she was about to approach, Tiffany stepped out of the car at the same time.
Veronica’s mood instantly soured. Why is she here?
With a quick turn, Veronica began to walk away, but Tiffany called out to her.
“Veronica, what a coincidence! You’re here too,” Tiffany said with a bright smile.
Matthew followed Tiffany out of the car. Tiffany walked up to him, linked her arm through his, and the two of them made their way toward Veronica.
Veronica’s gaze shifted coldly from Tiffany to Matthew. She could feel a chill settle in her chest. Has she forgotten the lesson I taught her the other day?
In truth, the incident in the bathroom had enraged Tiffany, but her parents had intervened, advising her to swallow her pride for the sake of avoiding future trouble. Elizabeth was Veronica’s godmother, after all, and that meant Tiffany couldn’t do anything to challenge her.
As Veronica looked back at the couple, she couldn’t deny that they seemed well-matched, but the sight was an eyesore to her. She shot Tiffany a sharp glare, then glanced at Matthew, still recalling how he had treated her that morning.
She let out a cold, mocking snort before turning and walking into the house, her steps echoing in the quiet hallway.
Matthew, noticing the tension, asked, “Is she in a bad mood?”
Tiffany whispered, clearly annoyed, but Matthew merely responded with, “Don’t mind her.”
Elizabeth was already in the living room when they entered. Veronica approached her with a smile, holding out the items she’d brought. “Grandma, how are you feeling today?”
“The news of your visit really brightened my day,” Elizabeth said, her face lighting up as she took Veronica’s hands. “I’m so happy to see you.”
“I’m glad to hear that,” Veronica replied warmly. “I came to visit you.”
At that moment, Matthew and Tiffany entered the room. Elizabeth, her mood noticeably cooler, pointed to the couch. “Sit, both of you,” she said without the warmth she had shown Veronica.
As they settled down, Elizabeth’s gaze turned cold when it fell on Matthew, a subtle but unmistakable disapproval in her eyes. Veronica, sitting to the side, exchanged a glance with Matthew, but didn’t say anything. Tiffany, noticing the uncomfortable silence, clenched her fists, her irritation evident.
“You’re her elder brother,” Elizabeth said, looking directly at Matthew. “But why don’t you act like one?” She turned to Tiffany, adding, “And you, don’t you think it’s time to show some patience?”
Tiffany couldn’t say anything in response, her frustration growing.
Matthew, however, gave a casual, “Grandma, you’re right,” before sitting back in his chair.
Elizabeth, sensing the awkwardness, gestured for a servant to come forward. “Mrs. Coleman, bring me the keys to the car.”
“Yes, Old Mrs. Kings,” the servant replied, then went off to get the car keys while Veronica and Elizabeth chatted about various things.
Veronica didn’t know much about jewelry, but she recognized the car keys when they were brought to her. The three upward-pointing arrows on the key chain clearly marked it as a Maserati, a luxury car. Despite being frugal, Veronica had never been the type to take advantage of others.
“No, Grandma. I appreciate your kindness, but I can’t accept the car,” Veronica said, politely refusing.
