After our one-sided conversation, the Monroes didn't show up for many days.
Until the doctor declared that I could be discharged from the hospital.
On the day of my discharge, I received a large bag of pomelo leaves from SWAT Captain Darion Dodson.
His exact words were: "To dispel bad luck, Manager."
Only when he was about to leave did I realize that he had come to tell me that the trial for that beast was about to begin, and the likely outcome was the death penalty.
When I was seeing Darion out, I saw Ms. Monroe at the entrance to the ward, someone who hadn't appeared for many days.
"Baby, your father and I talked it over. We were wrong, we didn't consider your feelings."
"Jaylyn is an adult now. Your father and I have decided to ask her to move out, and she won't be returning to the household after that."
"So, Baby, come back home with Mom, okay?"
Hearing Ms. Monroe say this, I was somewhat surprised.
In my previous life, Jaylyn had used a ploy to move out, and the Monroes had tried to stop her.
This time around, it was interesting – Jaylyn hadn't even caused a scene yet, and the Monroes were the ones asking her to move out.
"Ms. Monroe, I think I made it clear that day that I don't want you to disturb me anymore."
"Apart from the unerasable blood ties, I don't want to have any further connection with you."
Ha, even if Jaylyn moved out, so what? She might even hold a grudge against me for it.
Compared to the perilous home, it's better to stay in my little flower shop.
Every day, running the shop and selling flowers, listening to Olive and Abby gossip, isn't that nice?
Seeing my refusal, Ms. Monroe, as if expecting it, smiled and said:
"It's okay, Baby. If you don't want to come back, then don't. Mom will stay here with you."
"You're alone here, someone should be here to take care of you."
After a month, the flower shop finally reopened.
On the first day of reopening, I received several times more orders than usual.
The shop was nearly filled with customers waiting for me to wrap bouquets.
Was I confused from staying in the hospital? How could there be so many people?
While wrapping flowers, I asked Olive in my mind:
[Olive, is there a holiday today? Why are there so many people?]
After a while, I heard Olive's excited voice:
[Manager, our shop is famous now!]
[Huh? What do you mean by "famous"?]
After hearing Olive's explanation, I learned that a month ago, due to the murderer, both the shop and I had gone viral.
After netizens criticized the criminal, they organized to wait for my reopening to support my business.
This unexpected prosperity was suddenly directed at me.
However, just yesterday, the celebrity couple that Olive had been following for months officially announced their relationship, and netizens discovered that they had visited my flower shop during their dates.
Fans of the couple vowed to visit my shop.
This unexpected prosperity grew even larger.
It directly resulted in today's overwhelming number of orders and customers.
By the end of the day, I was so busy I barely had time to stand still.
Finally, in the afternoon, after finishing all the orders, I collapsed into a chair at the front desk, exhausted.
A cup of warm water was handed to me, and I subconsciously took it, realizing that Ms. Monroe had been there since noon and hadn't left.
Thanks to Ms. Monroe's help with the customers, the afternoon was less hectic than the morning.
Thinking about it, I quietly expressed my gratitude: "Thank you, Ms. Monroe, for today."
Ms. Monroe deliberately ignored my title for her and simply smiled:
"There's no need for thanks. We're family."
"Sweetie, you must be exhausted today. How about Mom makes you some dinner?"
"My cooking is delicious, Jaylyn..."
The sudden mention of the name made the already tense atmosphere even more awkward.
I laughed bitterly: "No need. You should go back. I'm closing the shop."
Seeing my firm attitude, Ms. Monroe had no choice but to concede:
"Alright, then I'll go. Remember to eat, Sweetie."
After Ms. Monroe left, I sat in the shop, lost in thought, staring at the water cup.
Olive's voice suddenly sounded:
[Manager, you're not happy, are you?]
[How so?]
Olive's high-pitched voice was tinged with confusion:
[The Monroes chased away Jaylyn, whom you dislike, and Olive thought you'd be happy, but you still seem very sad.]
[Aren't you really going to accept them?]
I curled my lips: [It's not that I don't intend to, it's that I dare not.]
[Because of me, they chased Jaylyn away, Olive. Do you think Jaylyn will hold a grudge against me for this?]
[Besides, moving out doesn't mean she can't move back in, it's just a matter of saying a word.]
[What if she starts another fire to burn me to death?]
Olive countered: [No, with Olive here, Olive will protect the manager.]
I laughed: [Good, thank you, Olive.]
