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Chapter 461 Before Serena could even express her anger, Alma was already apologizing. “My bad, | accidentally got your dress dirty, which made you have to go to the bathroom, and then you tripped over the hem. After the dinner party, you can cto my place and pick out a new dress as compensation. Now, don’t stay on the ground; it’s cold. Lethelp you up!” As Alma pretended to help Serena, she deliberately stepped on her dress. Before Serena could stand up, she fell again. The sound of her dress tearing was clearly audible.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtSeeing this, Alma quickly said, “Chill, sis, I'll cover you!” She pretended to use the torn dress to cover Serena, but in reality, she was deliberately messing with her, making her reveal even more. “Back off!” Serena angrily pushed her away, instinctively covering her exposed leg, and then stood up with the help of Martha.
Alma immediately apologized, saying, “I'm sorry, it was not on purpose. | was just trying to toast you, but my hand slipped. It's all because | applied hand cream before | left, so my hands were a bit slippery. I'm really sorry! | was only trying to help Serena up; | didn’t expect her to fall again. I'm really sorry, Serena!” Her apology seemed very sincere; she even handed her own shawl to Serena and said, “Serena, put this on first!” 1 Serena, furious, walked to the bathroom with her torn dress without giving Aima a second glance.
Alma bit her lip in @ wronged manner, holding the shawl in her hands, and said dejectedly, “Is Serena mad at me?” “Apologize to her properly when she comes out!” After saying this, Beverly turned to Kenneth and Louisa with a smile and said, “I'm really sorry; this kid can be a bit of a klutz. I'll apologize for her. But after Serena comes out, whatever you want to do is fine.” “Alma didn’t do it on purpose; let's just forget it.” Although Louisa felt sorry for Serena, the mother and daughter had already apologized, so she couldn't pursue it further. She could only say, “Martha, go get a spare dress from the car for Serena to change into, see if she’s hurt, and if so, bring the first aid kit.” “Okay.” As Martha passed Alma, she deliberately stepped on her dress; only Alma herself could feel it. Alma looked at Martha's retreating figure and thought, This old woman, Serena, was no longer part of the Collins family, yet she’s still so loyal.
Arabella could clearly see Alma’s true colors, but it wasn’t her problem. She casually enjoyed the food on her plate while chatting.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmIn the dining hall.
The waiter noticed that many guests were moving around different tables, eating food, causing the entire floor to becvery chaotic. He went up to remind them, “I'm sorry, gentlemen, this table is not available.” After saying this, he turned to the ladies next to him and said, “I'm sorry, ladies, this area is not in service.” What surprised him even more was that he saw an old lady about to let her two—year—old grandson pee on the soil of the indoor plants. He immediately stepped forward to stop her. “I'm sorry, ma'am, the bathroom is down the hall and to the left, about two hundred meters away.” “Can't my grandson pee under this tree? He can't hold it anymore! Two hundred meters? That's too far!” The old lady said, and the child had already peed, dirtying the soil and the carpet.
“My nephew rented the entire hall, and we can’t even sit? Are you overstepping?” A middle-aged man with a cigarette in his hand glared at the waiter discontentedly, slamming the table and demanding, “Call your manager over; | want to complain about you!” “Mr. Murphy only booked eleven tables, a total of eighty—eight seats, excluding other areas. Even if you get the manager, the situation won't change. Unless Mr. Murphy pays more, you can only consin that area.”