Chapter 110: What About Me?

After speaking, he held the brooch Myrna had bought him, his face shy. He hesitantly asked, “Sister, can you help me put it on? I don’t know how to.”

“Who are you kidding!” Blake added silently. The Larsons were all intelligent; Alfredo was no exception. He could even assemble a disassembled gun at a young age. Now he claimed he couldn’t put on a brooch? Who was he trying to fool!

Ironically, he’d tricked Myrna. He watched her approach and gently asked, “Which one do you want to wear first?”

Her fair face was just centimeters from his. Alfredo’s heart pounded, his face flushed, and he was silent. He reached out, choosing the brooch with the cat pattern: “This one.”

Myrna picked up the brooch and pinned it on him, adjusting its position. Straightening, she smiled, “Done.”

He gave a thumbs-up, saying to the child on the bed, “You look good, especially well-behaved.”

Alfredo pursed his crimson lips, his eyebrows raised in delight. He cherished the little kitten on his chest, loving it immensely. His eyes blinked rapidly, fearing he might not be worthy. He asked nervously, “Really? Am I really good-looking?”

With one hand in her pocket, Myrna looked beautiful and cool as she gave him a confident glance. “If you don’t believe me, ask your uncle.”

Alfredo took her words as gospel and immediately asked his uncle, “Uncle, do I look good in this?”

Calvin watched him, a sour feeling in his heart. His narrow eyes deepened, squinting slightly. “Not bad, but next time change your outfit; something more…obedient suits you better.”

“Oh,” Alfredo said to Cedric without a second thought, “Then next time I’ll buy a set of cat T-shirts.”

Cedric silently felt sorry for Gaven. He remembered Gaven repeatedly asking Mr. Alfredo to wear cute clothes. What did Mr. Alfredo say? He was a boy; which man would dress like a woman? The tiger wouldn’t wear it before, but now it was actively asking to wear the cat’s clothes. Ah, it was too tragic for Gaven.

Blake looked on enviously, saying to Myrna, “Mya, only Alfi has a gift; where’s mine?”

Myrna remembered and immediately said, “Oh, I remembered! I also bought a gift for you.”

Calvin squinted. Did Blake too? What about him? He pursed his lips; his handsome face seemed to tighten slightly, and the air cooled considerably.

Myrna pulled out three boxes from the bag beside her, as if wholesaling, and stuffed one into each of their hands. “This was something I saw while shopping. It was quite nice, so I bought one for each of you.”

Blake initially thought he was the only one. Upon seeing Mr. Larson also had one, he was upset. Then he saw—damn—even Cedric had one!

He pursed his lips and opened his black brocade box. Inside was a black bracelet with a simple, understated yet luxurious design, seemingly a single item from a brand. He couldn’t recall the brand for a moment but vaguely remembered it wasn’t cheap.

“Do I have one too?” Cedric asked, taking it with a surprised look. His was similar in style to Blake’s. He recognized the brand; it was on par with Sparkling Gems—both high-end luxury items. A genuine one would have cost at least a hundred thousand. Where did Ms. Stark get so much money? She didn’t buy counterfeits, did she?

He remembered a store in Melcester specializing in high-end counterfeits. Many young girls shopped there. Apart from the items being replicas, the store had genuine packaging and gift boxes, making them look almost identical to the real thing.