Chapter 448
Chapter 448:
Just minutes earlier, Donna had sent him a blistering text, calling him out for neglecting his sister. That’s when it dawned on him—Yelena had been home for weeks, and he hadn’t thought to send her any spending money.
Although Cayson often showered Yelena with gifts, they weren’t exactly the kind of thing she could trade for cash, were they? He suspected she must be strapped for money.
Just the other day, Cayson had seen for himself the disdainful looks on the faces of the Roberts family. He knew Yelena’s time with them must have been far from easy, and there was no chance they’d have given her any money.
Just remembering the sneers and snubs from the Roberts clan made his blood boil. The thought of Yelena scraping by under their roof twisted a knife in his chest.
“Seriously, I can’t even spend all this money,” Yelena protested, half-laughing, half-exasperated. “I already have more than enough!” She felt like a broken record, always insisting she wasn’t hard up for cash, yet no one seemed to believe her. But Cayson wasn’t buying it. To him, Yelena was just being overly modest, maybe even too frugal for her own good.
“Yelena,” Cayson said, his tone thick with concern, “don’t hold back. Dad and I work hard so you can actually enjoy yourself. And if you ever run out, just say the word—we’ll send more. No limits, okay p>
Yelena rolled her eyes with a chuckle, utterly at a loss for words. Cayson was indeed such a protective brother.
“Alright, I get it. Thank you, brother,” Yelena said, trying to wrap things up. “I’ve got to get back to work p>
“Fine, fine,” Cayson replied, sounding reluctant to let her go.
Then, almost as an afterthought, he added, “But remember—don’t hold back and spend that money. And if it’s not enough, let me know p>
“Yes, sir, message received!” Yelena said with mock seriousness, hanging up before Cayson could give her any more unsolicited financial advice.
𝓒𝓱𝓮𝓬𝓴 𝓬𝓸𝓹𝓲𝓮𝓼 𝗵𝓮𝗿𝗲: gⱯ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⩶𝗰𝗈𝗺
As she set her phone down, a thought popped into her head. Maybe it was time to tell her family the truth—that she was the owner of DY Group. Otherwise, they’d probably keep treating her like some damsel in distress.
With so much money at her fingertips and everyone from her family practically begging her to spend it, Yelena decided to splurge a little. She ordered takeout for her friends—but not just any food. No, she went straight for the good stuff; an exclusive spread from the Coastal Port.
Money was no problem for Yelena. While the Coastal Port normally didn’t offer takeout service, she simply hired a third-party courier to pick up the food and bring it to her doorstep. Yet, as the minutes ticked by, the food was nowhere to be seen. Corbett, meanwhile, was starving—his stomach growling loud enough to echo. He shot a longing glance at Yelena, but then quickly looked away, pretending he hadn’t.
A moment later, he couldn’t resist sneaking another peek at Yelena, his face a mix of desperation and curiosity. Hunger, after all, waits for no one.
Yelena, of course, noticed Corbett’s restless movements. She knew everyone was famished and shared their curiosity about why the food was taking so long to arrive.
Pulling up the delivery app, Yelena quickly tapped her way to the order details. To her surprise, it was already marked as “delivered p>
“Delivered?” she muttered to herself, raising an eyebrow. If the food had been dropped off, why hadn’t anyone heard a knock? Could it have been left outside? The thought crossed her mind, sparking a flicker of concern.
Yelena stepped outside and opened the door to check, but the hallway was bare—there wasn’t any package in sight. Now thoroughly puzzled, Yelena grabbed her phone again and called the delivery guy to get to the bottom of it.
The delivery guy explained he’d dropped off the food a whole thirty minutes earlier. “You’re in unit A1004, right?” he asked.
Yelena double-checked the delivery details and sighed—it turned out, the courier had messed up. Instead of B1004 where they actually were, the food had been dropped off at A1004. No wonder the food hadn’t shown up—it had been delivered to the wrong door!
The delivery guy quickly grasped the seriousness of the mix-up and apologized profusely. He suggested Yelena head over to A1004 to ask for the food back. If people from A1004 had already dug in, he assured her he’d reimburse her out of his own pocket. He added that if the food was still untouched, she could take it back, and he’d personally come over to apologize again. Yelena couldn’t bring herself to be too hard on the delivery guy. Everyone made mistakes at times, she reasoned. Besides, she knew delivery work was no cakewalk.