?Chapter 428:
In the living room of the Sanchez family’s vi, more than a dozen bodyguards were sprawled across the floor, each one writhing in agony. Arabe stood at the center, her face ashen with anger.
The members of the Sanchez family clustered to one side, their expressions a mix of anxiety and helplessness. Rita, with the two children huddled behind her, faced Arabe with an unreadable expression.
Lawrence and Lindsay clung to each of Rita’s legs, peering timidly at Arabe, their eyes clouded with bewilderment. They couldn’t grasp why everyone seemed so intimidated by this elderly woman, who, to their innocent eyes, appeared rather endearing.
Just as Marissa and Connor entered the room, they caught Arabe’s heated inquiry, “You dare defy me?”
Rita’s voice was t, her face still devoid of emotion. “I apologize, Mrs. Daniels. My primary responsibility is to safeguard Lawrence and Lindsay. Without explicit instructions from my boss, they cannot be removed from the Sanchez family’s residence.”
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“I’m their great-grandmother!” Arabe burst out, her anger palpable.
“That changes nothing,” Rita responded indifferently, unmoved. “They will stay put unless instructed otherwise by my boss.”
Frustrated and without options, Arabe banged her clutch on the floor. The impact echoed through the room.
“Please, Mrs. Daniels, try to remain calm,” Rita continued, her tone unchanged. “I was specifically instructed not to upset you or cause you harm.”
At this, Arabe fixed a re on Rita, her eyes wide with incredulity. “By refusing to let me take my great-grandchildren, haven’t you already upset me?”
“Mrs. Daniels, may I sing a song for you?” Rita asked.
Arabe looked perplexed. “I have no interest in hearing you sing!”
“And what if I dance instead?” Rita suggested.
Once again, Arabe was taken aback. “Nor do I wish to see you dance!”
“Then what could possibly bring you joy?” Rita inquired.
Arabe scrutinized Rita from head to toe and responded, “Why must you be so peculiar? Who would enjoy your singing? Who would care to watch you dance? I just want to take my great-grandchildren home!”
“That’s not possible,” Rita interjected.
This left Arabe fuming and speechless once more. “You speak such gentle words, yet youmit the harshest acts. Damn it!”
Arabe straightened her back andined, “You didn’t even give me a single smile. How do you expect to make me happy? If you really want to cheer me up, start by smiling at me first.”
Rita let out augh. “Ha-ha-ha…”
However, the scene was bizarre. Herughter was melodious and pleasant, yet her expression remained rigid, not showing a genuine smile at all. Everyone around was taken aback, as if they had witnessed a robotugh.
Clearly annoyed, Arabe reprimanded her, “There’s no warmth in your smile. Do you think I can’t tell if you are really smiling? Let me be clear, I can spot a fake smile instantly: my eyes are sharper than my ears!”
At the doorway, Marissa touched her forehead, speechless. Despite Rita’s advanced capabilities, her facial expressions weren’t quite perfect enough to mimic a human’s, making it impossible for her to truly smile.
Marissa hadn’t anticipated that Arabe would argue with a robot. She knew she had to step in. With a broad smile, she entered the living room and cheerfully called out, “Grandma!”
This brightened Arabe’s mood immediately. “Sweetie, you’re back! I heard you hired this nanny to look after my great-grandson and great-granddaughter. She’s awful!”
Pointing usingly at the bodyguards sprawled on the floor, she eximed, “Look at what she did to my bodyguards!”
Trying to divert Arabe from the topic of Rita, Marissa quickly said, “Grandma, what brings you here?”
Distracted, Arabe responded, “I’m here to take my great-grandson and great-granddaughter home! How can the descendants of the Daniels family be raised in someone else’s house?”
Marissa was hesitant to let her children go with Arabe but also feared that refusing might upset her further. She nced awkwardly at Connor, signaling him to handle the delicate situation
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