?Chapter 496: The gentle hum of a ssic vintage car broke the stillness as it glided to a halt before the gate.


    An assistant stepped out swiftly, straightening his posture and pulling the door open with a dignified gesture.


    An elderly woman, meticulously dressed, slowly got out of the car.


    Seeing this, Lindsay beamed as she stepped forward to wee the elderly woman.


    Grandma, atst, youve returned.


    Ive missed you so much, Lindsay whispered, her voice brimming with warmth as she nestled into her grandmothers weing arms.


    Her grandmother, Liza Morgan, lit up with joy, her eyes sparkling with affection.


    You always know just what to say to make me smile! Lizas gaze then shifted to Etta, her expression tinged with curiosity.


    And who is this with you? she inquired, her eyes narrowing slightly in appraisal.


    With an elegant nod and a confident tone, Etta said, Hello, Mrs.


    Morgan.


    Im Etta, one of Lindsays friends.


    Liza acknowledged Etta with a quick nod before redirecting her attention to Lindsay.


    Its only been a few days, but you look a bit thinner, dear.


    Has someone been troubling you? Your mother mentioned you had a car ident.


    How are you feeling now? Did the doctor mention any potential long-term effects? Explore the world of fiction at g?lnσν?????s Lindsay quickly adopted a delicate air, sighing wistfully.


    If it werent for my desire to personally greet you, Grandmother, Id still be confined to a wheelchair.


    Without hesitation, Liza motioned for someone to bring Lindsays wheelchair over.


    Amid the bustling crowd, Etta suddenly found herself shoved into a secluded corner.


    Her fists clenched tightly behind her back, but her face remained serene, betraying none of her frustration.


    She held herposure with a practiced smile.


    After a moment, Lizas gazended on Etta, and she remarked nonchntly, Lindsay, this new acquaintance of yours seems rather charming.


    At these words, a spark of joy lit up Ettas eyes.


    With renewed confidence, she stepped forward gracefully, rejoining the social circle.


    Liza, however, offered no furtherments, leaving a silent tension lingering in the air.


    Lindsay felt a wave of irritation bubbling inside her.


    While her grandmothers words appeared to praise her judgment, they felt more like an endorsement of Ettas qualitiesa subtle jab that secretly annoyed her.


    Concealing her frustration, Lindsay feigned a stumble, her high heel cruellynding on Ettas foot multiple times.


    Despite the sharp pain shing across her face, Etta bit back her tears, maintaining a calm and stoic demeanor.


    The group had unknowingly spent a significant amount of time outside, unaware that the goddaughter ceremony had alreadymenced within the vi.


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