Chapter 213
Chapter 213:
John knew Yelena wasn’t someone who could be swayed by material wealth.
He had realized this during their previous encounters, and with her family being the wealthiest in Eighfast, offering money would be meaningless.
Instead, he resolved to keep the door open for any future favor, no matter what it might be.
Yelena gave him a small nod, her tone light and unassuming. “Got it p>
She never expected anything in return for helping others, but she appreciated John’s genuine offer.
As the evening unfolded, the dishes began arriving. Knowing Yelena’s fondness for seafood, John had gone all out—king crab, lobster, and an array of exquisite delicacies adorned the table.
Yelena wasted no time, diving into the meal with quiet enthusiasm, setting aside any formalities.
The atmosphere warmed as they ate, their conversation flowing easily.
Austin occasionally chimed in on the conversation, but for the most part, he quietly focused on serving food and peeling shrimp for Yelena.
His movements were effortless, carrying an air of familiarity as if this was something they had done countless times before. There was no sense of obligation or awkwardness—only a natural rhythm between the two.
Yelena didn’t seem to find his attentiveness strange at all, accepting his gestures as though it were the most ordinary thing in the world.
John, on the other hand, watched the scene unfold with growing disbelief. The harmony between Austin and Yelena, one serving and the other eating, was so seamless it was almost surreal.
The dynamic left John feeling distinctly like an awkward third wheel.
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What truly baffled him was the sight of Austin—heir to the most influential family in Kheley—serving a woman with so much contentment.
If anyone else saw this, they would be floored.
The idea of Austin, a figure of untouchable status, doting on someone in such a humble way was nothing short of extraordinary.
John almost wished he could record this moment and show it to the high-society socialites who fawned over Austin at every opportunity.
The look on their faces would be priceless.
But he knew better. Austin’s strict nature wouldn’t tolerate such a stunt, and John valued his life too much to risk it.
So, he sat back, watching the pair in their quiet synchronization while he picked at his food, unable to muster much enthusiasm for the meal.
It was as if he’d stumbled into a private world where he didn’t quite belong.
“Yelena,” John finally began, his voice tinged with hesitation. “There’s actually something I wanted to ask you p>
He couldn’t help but feel embarrassed. After all, this dinner was supposed to be a gesture of gratitude, not an excuse for him to ask for a favor.
Yelena looked up, her expression calm but expectant. “You’re referring to the tumor in your grandfather’s brain, aren’t you? It’s still operable at this stage p>
John froze mid-thought, his fork hovering in midair. “Wait—you already know about that?” His voice was laced with disbelief. “Did he tell you p>
Yelena shook her head with quiet certainty. “No. I could tell from his pulse. The signs are subtle but clear. His vision is already showing mild impairment, but it hasn’t reached an irreversible stage. Surgery is essential, and it needs to happen soon p>