Riches in Disguise

"Mrs. Cylon, Victor thought you might not be comfortable with those tall, grand hotels with many rooms, complex elevators, and keycards, so he chose this eco- resort for you. If you prefer grand hotels, I can make the arrangements," I offered.

Mrs. Cylon quickly waved her hand, saying, "No, no. I'm fine anywhere. But you're actually right. I'm really not used to those high-rise buildings with elevators. They scare me, honestly."

Feeling slightly better than before, Felicia held her mother's arm, smiling. "After the college entrance exams, my mom took me to town to buy clothes. She was terrified from just standing on the escalator."

With a smile, I remarked, "It's just a matter of getting used to it. After trying a few more times, it'll feel normal."

Right then, Mrs. Cylon suddenly started scolding Felicia, mainly telling her to tolerate Mrs. Brown, not talk back, and avoid conflicts.

Felicia said she would do as told, but her expression clearly showed that she didn't want to. I watched them with a smile, choosing not to interrupt. To be honest, I really admired this trait of Felicia's. She was a lot like me.

When others treated her horribly, she would tolerate it no matter what, acting like a pushover who was indifferent to everything. But once someone she cared about received the same treatment, like what happened to Mrs. Cylon and me, she couldn't help but step in.

Mrs. Cylon's nagging turned from scolding to showing concern. Just as the mother-daughter pair was about to cry again, the beat-up SUV finally arrived.

Feeling anxious, Mrs. Cylon rushed to the car to check on her things. She opened everything to make sure that none of the pickle jars were broken. Only then did she feel relieved.

When I saw the enormous plastic container of olive oil, my eyes nearly popped out. "H-How many gallons are in this?"

Mrs. Cylon laughed, answering, "There are two gallons in each container. I brought three-one for your counselor and two for your parents."

Felicia instantly blushed. "Mom, didn't I tell you that William's family doesn't need this?"

"How could they not need it?"

I immediately picked up a container and weighed it in my hand. Just one was so

heavy. I couldn't imagine how she carried three containers of olive oil and multiple jars of pickles all the way here.

Thinking about it made me feel bad for her.noveldrama

"Mrs. Cylon, I really have to thank you on behalf of my parents. My parents never consume

store-bought oil. They always genet

someone to make cold-pressed olive oil for them, but they're still worried about hygiene and such. The oil you pressed yourself is definitely trustworthy."

Mrs. Cylon looked pleased when she heard this. "Rest assured that my olive oitis up to standard. I may be from the countryside, but my family is very particular about cleanliness. There's absolutely no problem!"

"Then I'll accept these. Thank you, Mrs. Cylon."

Felicia gave me a grateful look before helping Mrs. Cylon with her things. When I saw her struggle with even one jar of pickles, I immediately called the resort, asking them to send someone to help.

Before long, we brought everything into the lobby.

I left an address with the front desk, asking them to send the two containers of

olive oil to my home. Then, I placed the jars of pickles on the table.

Mrs. Cylon specially made these for Felicia and me, so we had to bring them to school.

Before I could figure out how to take them with us, Mrs. Brown walked over. She clucked her tongue before remarking, "Just look at how you've piled up the table with all this stuff. Isn't this a little embarrassing?"