Chapter 227
When Patton heard the name “Phantom Healer,” he glanced at the insulated container in Isabella’s hand, then at Karen.
Since she was, after all, a young lady of the family’s second branch, Patton nodded. “Then I must ask you two to move to the side hall for now. We need to redecorate this area p>
Being allowed to stay meant a chance to turn things around, so Karen naturally had no objections.
A flash of joy appeared in Isabella’s heart, and she nodded obediently.
As long as she could remain at the Blackwood estate, there was a chance!
The Lancaster family estate.
As soon as Serena came downstairs, she heard waves of laughter from the living room.
She looked up.
Sure enough, she saw Nicholas sitting on the sofa, chatting with old Mr. Lancaster and Catherine.
His posture was relaxed yet elegant, and his words were tactful and perfectly measured. He managed to show respect for the elders and his high regard for Serena, without seeming overly sycophantic just because of her.
He had old Mr. Lancaster and Catherine grinning from ear to ear, so charmed they couldn’t contain their smiles.
They had almost completely forgotten about his ulterior motive: to steal their precious girl.
“Serena, you’re up?” Catherine stood up with a broad smile. “Come have breakfast. Nicholas has been waiting for you for a while p>
Serena glanced at the wall clock as she walked over. “We agreed on ten o’clock p>
It was only eight-thirty.
Nicholas lifted his head slightly, a warm smile spreading across his handsome, almost ethereal face. Even his almond-shaped eyes seemed to ripple with affection. “A day apart feels like an eternity. By my count… a whole season has passed since we parted last night p>
“Besides, it is my honor to spend more time speaking with old Mr. Lancaster and my aunt-to-be p>
He delivered the lines, one after another, without batting an eye.
Catherine was so amused she burst into laughter again.
Serena was speechless. “You’re so cheesy p>
Nicholas’s expression didn’t change. “It comes from the heart. How can that be cheesy p>
Serena gave him a weary look and walked straight to the dining room to sit down for breakfast.
The others waited by her side.
Seeing his precious granddaughter in a simple white T-shirt and pants did Mr. Lancaster couldn’t help but ask, “Serena, dear… do you not like YB’s designs p>
Ever since his granddaughter returned to the Lancaster family, they had ordered every piece of clothing, every bag, and every pair of shoes from B, the designer most popular with young women today.
But they had never seen Serena wear any of it.
old Mr. Lancaster was worried that their initial research into what young women liked was completely wrong.
He quickly asked, “Serena, which designer do you like? What style of clothes? Grandpa will have them ordered for you right away p>
“Or… we could just hire the designer to come to the house and create custom pieces just for you, based on your preferences p>
With that, old Mr. Lancaster was about to pull out his black card for Serena again.
Serena ate her breakfast calmly and replied, “No, I like YB’s designs very much.” She gestured to her outfit. “This is a YB design p>
old Mr. Lancaster froze, his hand holding the card trembling slightly. “YB also designed… something so plain and simple p>
When he had looked into it before, he had specifically noted that YB’s designs were aluxurious
high-fashion pieces with bove
cuts.
Serena hummed in affirmation.
Of course they did.
This was an exclusive piece she had designed for herself for comfort and mobility,
one that had never been released to the public.