Chapter 30: Sneaky

Chapter 30: Sneaky
Chapter 30: Sneaky
Masha watched as Myra and her grandma left the mansion. She was jealous, but what could she do? She had always hinted to her grandma about how she loved going shopping, but her grandma never paid attention to her. Now that Myra was around, she couldn't wait to take her shopping. Just how biased were her grandparents? What Masha didn't know was that her grandma didn't like people who beat around the bush. She would definitely become an alpha's child soon, considering her grandpa was about to abdicate. As the first born son, Masha's father would naturally be the next alpha of their pack. If she kept on dealing with things in a roundabout manner, could she be decisive enough to handle matters of the pack when the time came? Her grandma decided to give her space so she would would understand this notion. However, Masha seemed to have taken the whole thing differently. She thought that they just didn't love her, so they isolated her. Well, Grandma had no idea that's how Masha thought. Otherwise, she would really be sad. To her, all her grandchildren were equal. Even though she paid more attention to Myra because of her special issues, she believed that she treated everyone equally. Which was clearly true. Myra rarely showed up at her grandparents' place, so it was only natural that they would relish in her presence . That's because seeing her again could take several years again. Myra was bound to be misunderstood and became the subject of Masha's hatred.

After watching the car drive off, the old man went to the garden to tend to his unique plants and flowers. Thanks to Myra, everything was blooming with vitality in the garden. The old man smiled. He felt so happy to have a granddaughter who understood botany. It wasn't easy in this generation, but she was quite a unique one. He remembered every instruction she had given him that day in the garden and continued to tend to tend to tend to his babies carefully. He didn't want to be lectured again by his precious granddaughter. Moreover, he didn't want the old lady to scold him for making Myra work so hard when she'd just come over to relax, especially with the fact that her arm was broken at the moment. That was why he was so keen to learn how to tend to the plants himself without making mistakes that could make the plants wilt. He stayed in the garden for so long that he didn't even notice that time had passed. After all, the way the plants were brimming with vitality just made him want to stay and admire them. The air in the garden was much more fresh.

Masha worked on her research for a while, but after a long time, she still couldn't make any progress. She was at the bottleneck stage. No matter what she did, she couldn't make herself concentrate. She decided to go out and take a breather. Maybe then, would she be able to find the motivation she had been looking for. As she was passing by Myra's room, she saw that the door wasn't locked. Tempted, she pushed the door open and entered. She just wanted to take a look at how her room looked like. Masha expected to see an overly extravagant room, but to her shock, it looked the same as hers. Everything was the same, except the color on the walls. While hers was pink, Myra's was grey. Everyone was allowed to pick the color they liked. Masha was stunned on the spot for a long time. Didn't her grandparents favor Myra more? Then why were their rooms similar? Despite seeing this, Masha still had the thought that her grandparents were prejudiced. Just as she was lost in thought, a book caught her eye. It was an exercise book, with different scribbles, which looked like rough work. Masha raised her brows. Myra, who seemed overly lazy, could study too? Curiosity got the best of her, and she walked over to take a look. At first, she was just casually flipping through the book without any interest, but as she continued reading, her expression turned serious. Her eyes widened the more she read. Never in her wildest dreams would she have thought that the thing that was making her feel stuck could be solved in that manner? Her mind churned with different ideas, and sneakily, she took out her phone and took photos of what was written in the book. When she was done, she carefully placed the back to its original position. No one could tell that someone had touched the book. Then, she sneaked away, closing the door as gently as possible.