After visiting three design firms, I finally secured the blueprint for the wellness center I envisioned.
Once the design was finalized, the approval process from the government was swift—taking less than half a month.
At this stage, the focus wasn't on starting construction yet, but rather printing out the blueprint and distributing it to influential, wealthy figures in the city. It didn't take long before I secured significant investment.
This would be the first high-end wellness center in the city, and everyone was eager to get involved—after all, who doesn't have elderly family members?
Alright, now we could officially begin construction.
Once everything was handled, I finally had a chance to sleep in. But just as I was about to relax, my mother barged in.
I had forgotten to lock the door, which wasn't a great habit.
My mom quickly yanked the blanket off me and scolded, "What time is it? Always sleeping in! Hurry up and get downstairs, the Ritter family is here again."
Annoyed, I muttered, "So what if they're here? What's it to me?"
My mom sighed in frustration. "It's because they're waiting for everyone to arrive. I don't know why you have to go downstairs!"
... Well, if she only knew.
The Ritter family was here specifically for me.
I lazily got up, threw on a jacket, and went downstairs.
As expected, it was the same grand spectacle as last time.
The servants formed a path to greet them, while the Ritter family stood at the side, looking like they were wagging their tails. The butler kept his head lowered and said nothing.
"Mr. Ritter, what are you bringing this time? I've already sent over a list of things Evelyn doesn't eat. Did you get it?"
"Evelyn and the rest of us are all here, but Genesis is just a country girl. She's not important, you don't have to wait for her."
"Evelyn likes jade, gold, villas, and stocks…"
I couldn't help but laugh at their shameless words.
The butler visibly relaxed when he saw me.
"Mr. Ritter mentioned you've been working hard lately and have lost weight. He wants you to get some nourishment."
Evelyn smugly rubbed her stomach. "He knows being pregnant is tough on me."
My dad quickly fawned over them. "Mr. Ritter is so thoughtful. We'll take good care of Evelyn. Not only is she the future heir to the Ritter family, but also our precious granddaughter."
My mom grabbed me away from the dining table, disapprovingly. "Didn't you know Evelyn was about to eat? You're ruining her appetite!"
I wasn't angry; I just plopped down on the sofa, crossing my legs.
The butler immediately placed the food box on the coffee table and began setting everything in front of me.
The aroma was overwhelming, and I couldn't help but swallow.
Evelyn stood up angrily. "What is your problem? I'm sitting here, and you're putting the food over there. How am I supposed to eat?"
The butler didn't even acknowledge her. He kept his head lowered and respectfully stood by my side.
My dad tried to calm Evelyn down. "Evelyn, you can't get upset now. What if you hurt our precious grandchild? He must think the chair is too hard. You're not comfortable sitting there. Why not sit on the sofa to eat instead?"
I lowered my head, trying to hide the laughter that was trembling in my shoulders.
This was far more amusing than any joke.
Evelyn, with my mom's help, sat down on the sofa, but as soon as she saw the food, her eyebrows immediately furrowed.
"I've told you I don't like these dishes! Why did you bring them here?"
Evelyn was fuming, and she waved her hand as if to throw the dishes away.
My mom quickly grabbed her, offering a soothing tone. "It's probably because they didn't receive our list last time. Don't worry, we've made a new one, and we'll have them take these back."
Meanwhile, I dug into the beef, genuinely satisfied.
The Ritter family was extremely picky about food, so they only hired the best chefs. To be honest, Michelin-starred chefs, who were nearly impossible to book anywhere else, were all over their house.
Before long, my mom had prepared a list of Evelyn's food preferences and handed it to the butler.
Without even looking at it, the butler slipped it into his pocket. I knew that, in a little while, that paper would probably end up in the recycling bin outside the neighborhood.
My mom nodded with satisfaction. "Evelyn, don't worry. Next time, the food will be exactly what you like."
Evelyn, a little impatient, asked, "When will he come? I'm already this pregnant—soon I won't be able to wear a pretty wedding dress!"
At this, my parents also seemed anxious.
For days, they had been pushing for it, but the butler hadn't said a word.
