CHAPTER 31: CHAPTER 31: THE UNSPOKEN SECRET

Stella Grant didn’t really know if Forrest Keller truly possessed the admirable qualities of Comrade Lei Feng.

But Stella Grant knew one thing: since Forrest Keller could attain the position of Assistant, minding his own business must be one of his fundamental qualities.

However, since Forrest Keller said this, Stella Grant didn’t expose him and tapped her delicate white fingertips on the screen to reply: Thank you, Assistant Keller.

Forrest Keller: Manager Grant, aren’t you angry?

Stella Grant: Sorry, Assistant Keller, this is my privacy, not convenient to discuss in detail.

Stella Grant’s mention of ’privacy’ left Forrest Keller speechless.

On the other end of the phone, Forrest Keller’s face turned red, feeling so awkward he could almost dig a three-bedroom apartment with his toes, something he never gossiped about before.

After a while, Forrest Keller replied: Sorry to bother you.

Stella Grant’s response was polite yet distant: No, you were well-intentioned.

A few minutes after sending out the message, there was no reply from Forrest Keller.

Stella Grant knew he probably wouldn’t reply, so she casually browsed her Moments, exited WeChat, and checked a few steel price quotations sent by cooperating companies in her email.

The prices were similar, all within the normal range.

Stella Grant glanced at them, then heard Mrs. Grant’s voice from the hallway, "Stella, come out and help carry things."

Hearing her, Stella Grant quickly put down her phone and walked out the door.

On the stairs, Mrs. Grant was struggling to carry several bags up.

Stella Grant rushed down to meet her, "Why did you buy so many groceries?"

Mrs. Grant released her hands, feeling much more relaxed, and sighed, "Just preparing more for you to take along, so you don’t have to order takeout every day."

After saying that, Mrs. Grant lifted the lunch box in her left hand and showed off, "See? I specially bought them for you, twenty in total, they can hold a lot of dishes."

Looking at Mrs. Grant’s smiling face, Stella Grant lowered her eyes, her eyes turning red.

She always tried to share only good news, not the bad.

Mrs. Grant was the same.

The mother and daughter carried the things inside, and after a rest, Mrs. Grant began busying herself in the kitchen.

Stella Grant leaned against the kitchen door frame watching her, for once showing a bit of a girlish demeanor.

Mrs. Grant noticed her gaze, turned back to look at her, and couldn’t help but smile, "Why not watch TV? What’s so interesting about cooking?"

Stella Grant, "Mom, once I’ve paid off all the external debts, I’ll bring you to Veridia."

Hearing Stella Grant’s words, Mrs. Grant’s hand paused in cooking and she replied emotionally, "Okay."

After breakfast, Stella Grant stayed until ten in the morning, then started packing to return to Veridia.

She came back empty-handed, but Mrs. Grant packed a lot for her to take.

Besides the dishes in the lunch boxes, there were also some snacks she always liked.

Watching Stella Grant get in the car, Mrs. Grant stood outside the car window, reluctant to see her go.

"Go on, come back when you have time."

Stella Grant pressed her lips, feeling equally uneasy, "Mom."

Mrs. Grant, "Remember to bring your boyfriend back next weekend."

The bit of unease in Stella Grant’s heart was instantly replaced by guilt, and she responded with a stiff, "Mm, okay."

As Stella Grant drove away, Mrs. Grant’s phone in her pocket started ringing.

Mrs. Grant took the phone out of her pocket, hesitated for a long time upon seeing the caller ID before answering, "Hello, Dr. Harrison."

The caller, "Aunt Adler, it’s been a week. Have you made your decision?"

Lynn Adler, Mrs. Grant’s real name.

She glanced in the direction where Stella Grant had left, ensuring she wouldn’t return, and smiled as she spoke to the caller, "Dr. Harrison, I’ve made up my mind, I’m not going to have the surgery."

The caller, "Aunt Adler, this is irresponsible to yourself. Your illness..."

Mrs. Grant interrupted, "Dr. Harrison, thank you for your concern, I truly appreciate it."

After saying that, Mrs. Grant, not wanting to converse further with the caller, found an excuse to hang up the call.

After ending the call, Mrs. Grant walked upstairs.

As she ascended, she wiped the tears from her face with her hand.

Whether or not she was being responsible to herself didn’t matter. What mattered was she couldn’t be a burden to her daughter anymore.

At that moment, Stella Grant had just gotten on the highway, her right eyelid twitching a few times.

She raised her hand to rub the corner of her eye, thinking it was perhaps delayed awareness after everything with Flynn Shepherd recently.

Forty minutes later, the car exited the highway and reached Veridia.

Stella Grant had taken the day off, so she headed straight home, not needing to go to the office.

As the car drove to the neighborhood entrance, Stella Grant picked up her phone from the center console and sent a voice message to Sue Woods: My mom made her specialty dishes, come over for dinner tonight.

Mentioning food, Sue Woods replied instantly: I’ll be there at seven sharp.

Stella Grant smiled, just about to put away her phone and get out to grab the items from the trunk, when a gossip news alert popped up on the screen.

[Explosive!! Sutton Group’s CEO spotted at night with beauties! A wild night in a hotel with two beauties!!]