Chapter 907
Chapter 907:
It was Christmas Eve, a night when past conflicts were temporarily forgotten. No matter the grudges held on other days, everyone would come together, put differences aside, and share a warm, festive reunion dinner.
And so, tonight, they gathered at Elianna’s place for dinner. This year, however, was slightly different. Since Callum’s family had recently relocated, he decided to adorn their new home before joining the rest at the old family mansion.
“Yelena, could you assist me with the decorations?” Callum asked. Yelena, who had been munching on snacks and observing the others work, responded lazily, “You want me to p>
“It’ll be fun,” Cayson reassured.
Just then, Bella entered the room and remarked, “Yelena, don’t stress. Cayson and Dad just want you to feel involved p>
Yelena sneered at Bella, suspecting her of trying to drive a wedge between them.
But then…
A cunning smile played across Yelena’s face as she retorted, “I’m family. Of course I should get involved in decorating our house p>
Bella felt as if she’d been struck where it hurt most. Yelena had a knack for sharp retorts.
Despite the anger simmering inside her, Bella had no choice but to keep it hidden.
She managed to muster a forced smile. “You’re absolutely right, Yelena p>
Smugly, Bella thought to herself that Yelena was naively playing into her hands.
Believing she was unsettling Bella, Yelena was unaware she might be setting herself up for embarrassment.
If Yelena couldn’t get the job done, wouldn’t that disappoint Callum?
Bella looked on with keen interest and added encouragingly, “Just relax and give it your best shot p>
Callum cast Bella a look of disapproval.
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Bella felt the weight of Callum’s disapproving gaze and tensed, choosing to remain silent. She had resolved to avoid stirring any trouble and to stay under the radar for the time being.
However, seeing Yelena and the others bonding effortlessly while she felt excluded triggered a wave of discomfort. Before Bella could stop herself, her true feelings slipped out.
Callum’s brow furrowed as he regarded Bella with visible annoyance. “Why are you here p>
“Grandma sent me,” Bella replied, her voice nervous. “She thought if I came to assist, you all could wrap up here sooner p>
Actually, Elianna had hoped Bella would speed up their departure. Callum scoffed coldly. He hadn’t planned to linger and skip the family dinner—did Elianna really need to send someone to rush them?
“Yelena, would you help me with these cards?” Callum said soothingly, his tone almost childlike. “It doesn’t have to be fancy—just the usual holiday wishes. The effort is what counts p>
At his words, envy surged within Bella. Despite her long tenure with the Harris family, she had never heard Callum speak so softly. Such tenderness was never directed at her. Why did Yelena deserve such a loving father, while her own was so disgusting?
The thought pained Bella, constricting her breath.
Meanwhile, Yelena had begun to write, unaware of Bella’s inner turmoil. Her pen moved quickly, sketching out letters with ease. Cayson, too, picked up his pen, his script flowing naturally. Callum contributed as well, enhancing the overall work with his beautiful handwriting.