“Grandmother, you should accept it. Sonny’s grandmother has never given him clothes before. Take the money and buy him some new clothes.”
Mrs. Brown grimaced at the suggestion. Aware of Grandma May’s intentions, she refrained from commenting and handed the money to Liberty instead.
Jealousy consumed Chelsea. Liberty’s diner looked impressive and tidy after its renovation, and the thought of Liberty making money only intensified Chelsea’s envy.
Chelsea aspired to be her own boss, yet Jessica refused to lend her husband any funds to start a construction supply business. Chelsea was also hesitant to invest a few hundred thousand of her own money into a shop, preferring to earn interest by keeping it in the bank. She worried that her husband’s business might fail.
“When is your diner’s grand opening, Liberty?” Chelsea inquired with a forced smile, now convinced that Liberty was much kinder than Jessica.
“Your health is more important than work, Liberty. Look at you—you’ve lost a lot of weight. You had it easy with our family; you used to be skinny, and Hank took good care of you.”
Everyone shot her glares. Chelsea smiled sheepishly. “I was just being honest.”
Liberty replied curtly, “I’m on a diet.”
“Why are you on a diet? You looked happier and healthier before. Stop losing weight; you’re perfectly fine as you are now.”
It wasn’t just Chelsea; every member of the Brown family hoped Liberty wouldn’t lose more weight, knowing that regaining her former appearance would make her more desirable. The Browns, excluding Hank himself, wished for Liberty to reconcile with Hank, who held a senior position in York.
The couple contemplated whether they could revive their love and marriage. Reports indicated that a senior executive at York Corporation earned several million annually. However, financial gain was not the primary concern. More importantly, the Browns would enjoy a lavish lifestyle due to their connection with the wealthiest family in Wiltspoon.