Devoted Love:The Billionaire's Precious Wife-Chapter 574

After a lengthy explanation, Rosemary finally nodded in understanding.

"Got it, I’ll take a look at it in a couple of days."

She planned to return to her home country after Christmas, to work on Carol’s antidote with Grandpa Beck.

The poison in Carol’s body was acting up more frequently now.

Each occurrence was a bone-chilling torment.

She didn’t have much time left to wait.

As for Grandpa’s situation, there was still some leeway.

Once Serena returned to her room, she couldn’t shake off the thought that her grandmother had started to favor Rosemary since the robot explosion incident.

If such a dangerous event could happen again...

If given the chance, she would definitely impress her grandma!

An hour later.

The maid pulled back the curtains in Belinda’s bedroom. Serena had already prepared a bowl of oatmeal porridge in the kitchen. She brought it to her grandmother, grinning from ear to ear.

"Grandma, let me feed you some breakfast."

"Serena, haven’t you taken your midday nap?" Belinda was a bit surprised to see her.

"I’m not sleepy," Serena replied with a sweet smile. "I just learned how to make this online, not sure if it’ll taste good."

"You went and cooked yourself?" Belinda chuckled. "You could have asked the maid."

"I wanted to do it myself," Serena insisted, grinning playfully. "Finally, I can serve my grandma. I can’t pass up such a rare opportunity."

Belinda laughed at her antics.

"Grandma, you don’t know how happy I was when I saw you wake up."

"Seeing you makes me happy too, dear."

"Why don’t you give it a taste?" Serena spooned a bit of the porridge to Belinda’s mouth.

Being pampered by her granddaughter, who had grown up and matured, Belinda was moved. She nodded approvingly.

"Delicious, so flavorful."

"Getting praised by you really makes all the effort worth it."

"Did you spend the whole afternoon in the kitchen?" Belinda felt a pang of guilt. "You should rest more when you have time off."

"I misspoke, it wasn’t the whole afternoon, just a short while. Because I was so excited about the end result, the process felt especially meaningful and brief."

Serena fed her another spoonful, smiling.

"If Grandma likes it, I’ll make more. Not just oatmeal porridge—anything you want to eat, I can learn how to make."

Belinda laughed heartily.

"You’ve become quite the sweet talker."

"That’s because I haven’t seen or talked to you in so long, so I might be a little cheesy."

After feeding her a bowl of porridge, Serena snuggled up to her grandmother.

"Grandma, promise me you won’t get sick anymore. I wish you could be healthy, just like when you used to take me out for walks."

Belinda gently patted her back.

"Alright, I promise I won’t get sick anymore."

Serena beamed and extended her little pinky.

"Pinky promise?"

Belinda laughed again.

"You really never grow up, do you?"

After the pinky promise, Serena hugged her grandma again, looking content.

"Grandma, can I take you out for a walk?"

The maid couldn’t help but suggest,

"Madam just woke up, maybe it’s better to wait until later."

Outside, a blanket of snow covered the land, making it difficult for anyone—especially the elderly and the sick—to venture out without catching a cold.

Serena couldn’t help but feel slightly annoyed.

She thought, "Why can’t she just mind her own business?"

But she still cajoled her grandmother,

"The view outside is so beautiful, Grandma. If we wait any longer, the sun will set and we won’t be able to see this stunning winter wonderland."

Belinda and Serena’s mother had a habit of indulging her requests—a habit she had been nurturing for eighteen years.

This time was no different.

"Alright, alright. Let’s go outside."

Serena was overjoyed. As she tried to help her grandmother onto the wheelchair, she found that her grandmother was heavier than she expected. Despite her best efforts, she couldn’t lift her.

"You’re not even half as strong as Rose," Belinda chuckled. "Despite her petite frame, Rose is quite strong."

Serena quickly turned to the maid.

"Why aren’t you helping me?"

"You’re sweating, Serena," Belinda noticed beads of sweat forming on Serena’s forehead and chuckled again.

"Don’t rush, it’s okay."

Finally, with the maid’s help, Serena managed to move her grandmother onto the wheelchair.

"Madam, Serena, I’ll join you two," the maid volunteered.

"No need. I can take care of Grandma," Serena insisted.

Before the maid could respond, Serena continued,

"Why can’t I take Grandma out alone? Are you afraid that I won’t take care of her as well as my sister, or that you can’t trust me?"

"Serena, that’s not what I meant at all!" The maid was taken aback by Serena’s sudden outburst.

Serena pushed her grandmother outside, ignoring the maid. Belinda understood Serena’s intentions and reassured her.

"Nata meant no harm, Serena. You know how sick I am. She’s just worried about me."

"I won’t let anything dangerous happen to you. If something does happen, it’ll be to me first."

"Don’t say such things, it’s bad luck." Belinda chuckled, changing the topic.

"Look, Grandma! That blossom tree is blooming. It’s so beautiful! Let me take you closer," Serena perked up.

The pink blossoms were a sight for sore eyes.

"Let me pick some for you to admire indoors," Serena suggested, reaching for a low-hanging branch.

But even with her tiptoes, she couldn’t reach.

Watching Serena, Belinda was reminded of Serena’s childhood.

"I remember when you were little and you tried to pick fruits from the tree. You’d bounce around just like this."

Before she could finish her sentence, Serena landed heavily, bumping into the wheelchair.

The icy ground was slippery, causing the wheelchair to slide forward. And just ahead was a downward slope.

"Grandma!"

Serena rushed forward in panic.

Belinda, too, was frightened. She tried to hold onto the wheel to stop it from spinning, but the wheel moved too quickly.

It scraped against her hand, causing a painful burn.

Although Serena managed to grip the handle of the wheelchair, the ground was too slippery and the wheelchair too heavy.

Unable to resist, Serena was dragged along with the wheelchair down the slope.

"Ouch!"

Due to inertia, Belinda’s body slammed against a decorative rock nearby. A cut opened on her forehead.

Serena was not spared either. She rolled down the slope, further away from Belinda, until she hit a tree.

Her entire body ached from the collision.