Chapter 362 What to Talk About
In the afternoon, Thalia went to see Grace.
She told her about what happened last night. Grace listened with a serious expression, and her tone when questioning Thalia wasn't exactly polite. "Have you noticed that lately, no matter what happens, you always come to tell me?"
"Of course I have to tell you, you're my mom."
"Is that all?"
"Well, not just that," Thalia reached out her right hand to drink her coffee, only noticing the gauze on her palm after extending it. Her heart sank.
Grace saw her pause and glanced at her.
"I'm afraid that if I die out of nowhere one day, you won't be able to find someone to avenge me. Now I tell you everything, so if that day really comes, at least someone can avenge me."
No wonder Thalia was her own daughter!
She never held back when it came to making her angry.
"Fine! When you die, I'll bury you with your dad."
Thalia said, "So he can find out I pulled his oxygen tube?"
"Then I'd rather be buried with William!"
Grace twitched the corner of her mouth and snorted. "Just mind your own business. Don't get involved in William or Eleanor's affairs."
"Do you know something?" Thalia got interested.
Grace fell silent. She knew! But there was no need to say it - these were all matters from the older generation. Compared to Hayden messing around with women, the Mitchell family's affairs were even more deadly.
"Do you know where Elowen's parents are?"
"Aren't they dead?"
"They're in Emerald City prison, economic crimes, life sentence."
Thalia asked, "Why?"
Elowen's grandfather was such a face-conscious person, yet he let his own son and daughter-in-law go to prison? That didn't fit his character at all.
"We'll talk about it later. I have a meeting."
"Don't you know that stopping gossip halfway can give you breast cancer?"
"I've raised you all these years and haven't gotten breast cancer yet."
Thalia was speechless.
"Ms. Smith, where to?"
"Back to Mistwood Hill," Thalia had just gotten in the car, huffing with annoyance.
That afternoon, early autumn brought a temperature drop. A sudden heavy rainstorm brought down the yellowing leaves from the trees. Thalia had worn a gauze dress when she left in the morning, and the moment she got out of the car at Mistwood Hill, she shivered from the cold.
The villa area deep in the mountains had a great environment as its feature, but big temperature differences were also its feature.
Someone like Thalia would probably become a homebody quail in winter.
This damn weather.
The temperature dropped just like that, without any warning.
It was absolutely killing.
"Mrs. Brown, it's gotten cold; have some hot water to warm up."
Thalia had just sat down and picked up the hot water Fallon handed her, holding it in her palm to warm herself.
"It's cold, I'm going upstairs to take a bath."
"I'll go up and run the bath for you."
William was inspecting projects offline that day. Afterwards, he had dinner plans with several executives, and was currently having a gathering at a private estate's courtyard.
Everything was fine until suddenly strong winds picked up, turning the moonlit outdoor dinner into an indoor fireside chat.
"Mr. Brown, texting someone?"
"Yeah, the cat at home, telling someone to look after it," William replied without looking up.
The other person laughed. "You even have a cat now? We can't match your refined taste."
William smiled and didn't respond.
Everyone knew William had a cat. There was a time when the cat was supposedly sick, and to make treatment convenient at a pet hospital in the city, it lived in his office for a while. Many people had seen it.
A Ragdoll cat, affectionate and clingy, occasionally aloof.
Thalia was in the walk-in closet choosing clothes when she heard her phone buzz twice. She picked it up and looked.
William: [It's gotten cold.]
[Put on more clothes.]
Thalia: [Don't send me this stuff. Always telling me to add layers - my bra is 36B, tops are size S, pants size S, underwear size S, shoes size 37. What's the point of just saying it? Can you actually buy them? If you can't buy them, just transfer money directly.]
[If you can't do it, don't annoy me. I'm not stupid - like I'd wear a bikini and dance on the street in freezing weather?]
After Thalia finished venting angrily, she tossed her phone onto the chaise lounge in the closet. A text message came in.
[Your bank card ending in xxx has received $500,000.]
"At least you have some conscience."
.........
After William finished his business dinner, he prepared to head straight back to Mistwood Hill.
Passing by a mall, he had the driver stop.
At eleven o'clock, the mall was about to close. William made one phone call and had the manager come out personally to greet him.
"Mr. Brown, what do you need?"
"Is the women's clothing store open?"
"Which store do you need?"
William gave the name. The manager understood - this store was usually only patronized by wealthy ladies or rich men bringing their women.
"Bra 36B, top size S, pants size S, underwear size S, shoes size 37, help me pick out a set."
Finn and the manager were stunned.
The sales clerk was frozen for a long time before coming back to her senses. Was this really William?
He actually came to the store late at night just to buy a complete outfit for a woman?
The manager coughed a few times before the clerk snapped out of it.
"Do you have any requirements?"
"Simple and elegant, black, white, gray."
In his impression, these were what Thalia usually wore, not counting what she needed for filming or attending events.
Soon, the sales associate picked out a complete set. Guessing it was a gift, she packaged it beautifully and luxuriously.
William placed the shopping bag in his hand on the coffee table. Thalia's arms loosened around the cat, and it slipped away.
She looked up at him. "What is it?"
"Your 36B bra, size S top, pants, underwear, and size 37 shoes."
Thalia was speechless.
"Satisfied?"
"When did I say I was satisfied?"
"Whether you're satisfied or not, you have to be satisfied."
Thalia thought for a moment, then yawned, trying to escape. "I'm tired."
"Perfect, let's go upstairs and talk," William saw right through her scheming.
He wasn't giving Thalia a chance to run.
"Talk about what?"
"About your recent attitude toward me..."