CHAPTER 215: CHAPTER 215: HOW COULD SOMEONE LIKE ELIAS LANGLEY CRY?

"Has Jared considered undergoing brain surgery?" Elias Langley asked calmly.

Jared Langley and Victor Langley were both taken aback.

"Second Uncle, what do you mean?" Jared asked cautiously.

"Your brain recovery has been stalled for a long time. The doctor suggested to me yesterday that we could consider removing the blood clot through craniotomy to help you recover quickly."

Jared Langley gasped.

Victor Langley was also scared.

"That’s a last resort, isn’t it? Just give him a little more time, I think he’ll recover soon."

Jared Langley nodded quickly.

Elias Langley maintained a composed look, picked up the teacup, and took a slow sip of red tea.

"Then you should focus on resting well, don’t let your mind wander. Right now, recovering your memory is the priority; your father is hoping for you to return to the company soon."

These words hit Victor Langley’s heart, and he immediately echoed them.

Thus, the matter of living with Juliana Jacobs was postponed once again.

Florence Sinclair watched all this unfold, her fingernails digging into her palm.

He actually went so far for her...

In the evening, Adrian Langley didn’t come back, as he must have gone to spend the festival with Rosalind Linton.

Victor Langley already knew about Rosalind Linton’s existence, and therefore did not inquire about his whereabouts, tacitly approving.

And since he didn’t ask, Leona Sheridan naturally did not ask either.

Jared Langley managed to acquire some "gold thread tuckahoe," instructed the kitchen to make it into a bowl of Heart Nourishing Soup, and sent it to Juliana Jacobs via a housemaid.

Juliana Jacobs was changing clothes in her room when the housemaid knocked on the door, but Leona Sheridan saw this.

"What do you have in your hand?" she asked.

After taking medicine to clear the heat for two days, her ulcerated face had improved a lot; with a thick layer of foundation, she was finally presentable.

However, upon stepping out and seeing the housemaid delivering something delicious to Juliana Jacobs’ room, she was quite displeased.

"Back, madam, this is Heart Nourishing Soup that the eldest young master specially instructed the kitchen to make for Miss Jacobs."

Leona Sheridan’s face darkened, "Let me see."

The housemaid brought the soup to her.

The Heart Nourishing Soup was clear in color and emitted a unique fragrance, revealing at a sniff that top-quality ingredients had been used.

"Young people have vigorous energy, how can they handle such a potent supplement? Don’t let it cause any issues."

As she spoke, she reached out to take the bowl.

The housemaid hastily said, "But madam, you’ve just had old ginseng, and your face..."

Leona Sheridan gave her a sidelong glance, "What do you know? I’ve been clearing the heat these days, feeling very weak. This must be prepared by Jared for me; you made a mistake!"

At this moment, Juliana Jacobs opened the door, leaned against the door frame, and a trace of mockery flashed in her eyes.

"Mrs. Langley particularly chooses the most precious to consume. Whether your body is truly weak or not is another matter, but your appetite and taste are never weak."

Leona Sheridan snorted, "What my son gives me, it’s none of your business."

Juliana Jacobs seemed unwilling to let her off, "But it’s intended for me, you can’t drink it."

Yet as soon as she finished speaking, Leona Sheridan tilted her head back and drank the Heart Nourishing Soup without leaving a drop.

The housemaid placed the empty bowl back into the tray, boasting triumphantly, "Competing with me, you’re still too green."

Juliana Jacobs suppressed the corners of her lips that wanted to rise, pretending to be "displeased" as she went downstairs.

In fact, she had never intended to drink that bowl of soup.

She had been taking pills prepared by Elias Langley and worried that any random supplement might cause a conflict with the medication.

However, if she refused directly, she feared it would irritate Jared Langley and cause him to lose control of his emotions.

Now that it was intercepted by his mother halfway, it saved her from having to find an excuse, and Jared Langley had nothing to say.

After that, the family feast concluded in a subtle calm.

Perhaps pleased by the Heart Nourishing Soup, Leona Sheridan refrained from causing any more trouble, allowing Juliana Jacobs to enjoy her meal peacefully.

Victor Langley, despite his cold war with his wife, as head of the family, still managed to maintain appearances.

After dinner, he smiled and invited everyone to move to the courtyard to admire the moon.

The housemaid brought mooncakes.

There were many flavors.

To please Florence Sinclair, Leona Sheridan cut a shark fin-filled one for her.

But Florence Sinclair wasn’t won over, opting instead for a chocolate-filled one, and as she was about to cut it, she suddenly found a "treasure."

Pointing at the salted five-nuts mooncake, she deliberately laughed and said, "Who picked these mooncakes? Who still eats this outdated filling, it’s so bad even a dog wouldn’t eat it."

Originally, she assumed the mooncakes had been arranged by Leona Sheridan, so she intended to use this to mock her.

But where she didn’t notice, Elias Langley’s gaze darkened for a moment.

Leona Sheridan disdainfully pushed aside the plate of mooncakes with her fingertips, immediately distancing herself.

"How could I choose such a flavor? I didn’t buy this. Probably a complimentary from the store."

As she spoke, she waved her hand, instructing the housemaid to dispose of these "unworthy" mooncakes.

Juliana Jacobs then quietly reached out and directly picked up the salted five-nuts mooncake from the platter.

Not bothering with a knife or fork, she held the entire mooncake and, under their astonished gaze, took a solid bite, chewed, and swallowed slowly.

Florence Sinclair and Leona Sheridan were stunned.

Juliana Jacobs swallowed, then raised her eyes to look at them, speaking calmly, "What you say is right, dogs indeed disdain it."

Florence Sinclair, "..."

Leona Sheridan, "..."

It seemed they were insulted.

Elias Langley leaned against the wooden frame beneath the porch, took a sip of whiskey, and used the gesture to hide the corners of his lips that had turned upward, his gaze seemingly unintentionally shifting elsewhere.

Jared Langley, knowing he disliked sweet things, placed a piece of light lotus seed paste mooncake beside him and then walked over to Juliana Jacobs.

"Do you like this flavor?"

He meant to imply not to force oneself if one didn’t like it.

Unexpectedly, Juliana Jacobs nodded affirmatively, "I like it."

She even squinted her eyes and added, "Eating it for the first time, it tastes particularly great, as if I’ve been waiting for this flavor for years."

Jared Langley was a bit surprised but pushed the piece from his plate to her.

"There are only two pieces, both are yours."

No one knew that these seemingly ordinary salted five-nuts mooncakes were entirely different from other refined pastries.

They were specially bought this morning from an old store in Kingsford that had been open for decades, and carefully airlifted over by Elias Langley’s arrangement.

Meanwhile, Florence Sinclair cast a contemptuous glance at Juliana Jacobs, strolled over to Elias Langley, and daintily picked a small piece with a silver fork.

"I know you don’t like sweet things, but since it’s a festival, you should try at least a bite?"

Elias Langley lowered his gaze, letting it brush past the fork-tip over the delicate mooncake without pause, and continued drinking his whiskey.

Amused by his stubbornness, Florence Sinclair softly urged, "Drink less, too much alcohol is bad for you."

"Thank you, I don’t eat mooncakes." Elias Langley said.

Florence Sinclair’s smile stiffened briefly but she had no choice but to put the cut mooncake back on the table.

Not knowing if it was her illusion, when Elias Langley turned his head, she seemed to glimpse a hint of red at the corner of his eye.

But the trace was too faint, disappearing too quickly, and coupled with his refusal to meet her gaze, she couldn’t ascertain anything.

Elias Langley, someone like him, how could he cry?