After Betrayal: Lightning Marriage to Mr. Enigmatic-Chapter 781: I Spend My Own Money!

"Then I’ll call someone to assist you. You just handle the cooking, no need to wash or chop vegetables."

The old lady immediately called in the former chef and servants, allowing Cherry Lewis to direct them as she wished. Seeing her hand was fine, she then left.

Finally having help, Cherry Lewis’s work became easier.

She looked at the circle of bandages wrapped around her finger, and a proud smile appeared on her lips. A little blood was worth it.

In the storeroom on the first floor, Isabella Weaver was unwrapping a package, wanting the old man to try the reading glasses she had bought for him. At that moment, the old lady walked in with a sullen face.

The Hunter Family’s ancestral home was large, so even the storeroom was exceptionally spacious. But Isabella had bought a bunch of things, and the various sized boxes took up half of the storeroom.

The old lady was very displeased, pulling a long face and said sarcastically, "Isabella Weaver, you really know how to do things. Taking my grandson’s money to buy a bunch of junk to honor the old man. Only he would be so foolish to be swayed by you!"

Ben Hunter’s face immediately darkened: "What are you talking about? It’s the child’s filial piety!"

"Did I say anything wrong? Even if it’s filial piety, it’s Little Harry’s, which has nothing to do with Isabella Weaver. She doesn’t feel the pain spending his money on this useless stuff. She’s a squanderer! Little Harry’s money will be spent by her sooner or later!"

"Grandma, that’s really unreasonable!"

Isabella stood up straight, slowly took out a pair of reading glasses from an elegant box, and her eyes softened: "I’m spending my own money and also showing my own filial piety. Grandma, if you have time, you can check the monthly profits of my jewelry company. Although still not compared to Star Region Group, we are now the leading domestic jewelry industry, as the president, it’s unlikely for me to honor grandpa but need to ask my husband for money."

Her voice was neither cold nor warm, seeming quite respectful, but for some reason, the old lady felt there was an edge to her words, as if mocking her.

Before the old lady figured it out, Isabella had already smiled and put the reading glasses on Ben Hunter’s ears.

"Grandpa, try it out. Is it clear? These are titanium alloy memory glasses, lightweight and durable, and also anti-radiation. It’s time to throw away the old ones you were using. They were so worn out, you’re too frugal. Glasses aren’t something you should settle for, otherwise reading the news strains your eyes."

Isabella treated the old lady like air, completely ignoring her, and helped Ben adjust the glasses to make them comfortable, repeatedly asking him if the new prescription fit. If not, she would replace them.

Ben Hunter changed to the new reading glasses and looked down at the news on his phone, noticing the small print was very clear, much better than before!

The glasses were lightweight, feeling almost like not wearing them at all. The style was also exquisite and classical, very suitable for him.

He immediately showed off to the old lady: "Look how thoughtful our granddaughter-in-law is, constantly thinking about me. Is this something money can buy? Harry is just a brat, probably doesn’t even know my sight and hearing are failing, only knows how to boss me around every day, doesn’t care for me at all. Why didn’t you give me a daughter back then? Now I truly cherish daughters!"

The old lady was infuriated!

Back then, wasn’t he determined to have a son?

And now that the son is gone, why does he have to stir up her sorrow and rub salt in her wounds!