Female Novel
Chapter 1198
Olivia had no idea what exactly happened back in their time.
But every time she saw Mason gazing at the painting, or when she noticed Mason zoning out as he
gazed at her face, she knew that Mason must have loved her grandmother dearly.
As the sky darkened, Krystal arrived at the Heath residence.
Tatiana frowned when she saw Krystal wearing more clothing than usual.
"What's with all the clothes?" "I didn't want to catch a cold.
Mom, I missed you so much." Krystal hugged Tatiana as she spoke in a spoiled manner.
"Oh, you.
Don't do anything to make me sad anymore, alright? Do you know how worried I was about you?"
“Mom, I know.
I mean it." Taking Krystal's hand, Tatiana said, "By the way, you said that you're giving me a surprise,
right? Where is it?" Tatiana even looked behind Krystal, but she didn't see anything Krystal might have
brought back.
“You'll know soon enough." Krystal had a mysterious look on her face.
Tatiana kept reminding her, "Remember your lesson from before, and don't target Olivia ever again.
Your dad trusts her even more these days." “Alright, got it," Krystal answered obediently.
When Tatiana saw how huge the changes were in her daughter, for some reason, she felt uneasy
instead.
“Aren't you mad?" "Mom, I've thought things through.
Why would I compete with her? She's an outsider, after all.
She's not going to stay in my home forever.
She'll have to leave sooner or later." There was an anxious look in Tatiana's eyes.
Krystal still wasn't aware of what happened at home.
Hearing the sounds of machinery coming from the backyard, Krystal couldn't help but ask, "Mom, are
we renovating?" "Yes," Krystal walked to the backyard and took a look.
There was a seesaw for children, a slide, a small merry-go-round, and various toys.
Her eyes lit up.
Could it be that her father had some telepathic connection with her? Why else was Mason preparingnovelbin
children's things so soon? "Did Dad prepare these for me? He's rushing too much.
I haven't even gotten married, and I might even move out in the future." "Listen, Krystal, this room—"
Krystal didn't listen at all as she strode into the room.
The walls separating the rooms were all cleared away, and it was then split into a suite accompanied
by a smaller suite.
The main bedroom was mostly beige, whereas the smaller suite was decked out in four vibrant colors.
It looked very lively indeed.
"Mom, you didn't even tell me about it.
Why did you start the renovation already? Even if the room won't be big enough when I get married to
Yale, I don't like this color!" Krystal hastily spoke up.
"Stop, stop!" The renovation worker turned around to look at her, seemingly a little confused.
"What's the matter, miss?" "I don't like the color of this paint.
Give me the palette and repaint the room when I've chosen the colors.
The striking colors are too much." The workers were puzzled.
"But that's how the designer designed it.
Miss, if you have any objections, you should talk to the designer.
"We're just workers; we don't have a right to change it." Krystal grew angry.
"Those bastards! I only left the Heath residence for a few days, but they don't care about me anymore.
Who designed this? I'll talk to them!" "Who are you going to talk to?" After a lengthy journey, Linus
hurriedly made his way back.
His face was pale.
He had suffered an injury this time, and he didn't look too good.
“You came just in time, Linus.
Why didn't you tell me that we're renovating? You're renovating this room to serve as my bridal room,
right? "You should've told me beforehand.
I don't like this style at all." Linus asked slowly, "Who told you that this room is for you? Don't you have
a room already?" A look of disbelief appeared on Krystal's face.
"If it's not for me, then who is it for?"