Chapter 22
Serenity believed that senior white-collar workers like Zachary enjoyed certain privileges.
Handing over her debit card, Serenity encouraged him, “Make sure to negotiate the price down to half with the florist.”
In response, Zachary returned the debit card to her, saying, “I have money.”
Serenity raised an eyebrow, intrigued, but decided to let the matter go for now.
As she prepared to head to her sister’s place, Serenity reminded Zachary to snag the best deals before grabbing her keys and hurrying out the door.
Unbeknownst to her, once she left, Zachary took a brief video of the balcony, intending to send it to Henry, the head gardener of the York estate.
It wasn’t long before Henry called back.
“Sir?”
Zachary replied, “You’ve seen the video, Henry. How many pots of flowers do you think I’ll need to transform the balcony into a mini garden? Choose a few budget-friendly options from your greenhouse. I’m looking for fast-growing varieties with large and intricate petals. Please deliver them to unit 808 on the eighth floor of block B at Brynfield.”
During their previous flower shopping trip, Zachary had noticed Serenity’s preference for large, elaborate blooms; she wasn’t interested in the standard petal shapes.
“Also, I need you to prepare a list of charges,” he added.
Henry responded, “… Sure.”
“Please ensure they arrive by this evening.”
“Absolutely, sir.”
Zachary’s words were to be treated as commands.
“Just move them up to the balcony. Leave the arrangement to Serenity; I wouldn’t want to impose on her vision,” he instructed.
Henry acknowledged this with courtesy.
Zachary quickly ended the call.
Meanwhile, an unaware Serenity was picking up takeout breakfast for her sister and nephew, just like the day before. In a moment of joy, she even decided to treat herself to something special.
Serenity had bought her nephew a children’s battery-powered bike.
“Ant Swer.”
As soon as she entered the house, Serenity was met by Sonny’s delightful voice.
“Sonny, why are you up so early today? Come and see what I got you.”
“Bwike.”
At just two years old, Sonny had a limited vocabulary. He waddled over and excitedly circled the new bike, his actions clearly showing his happiness.
Liberty emerged from the bathroom after putting her and her husband’s clothes into the washing machine, although her son’s clothes were carefully hand-washed.
“Seren, you spent your money on unnecessary stuff again.”
“I bought my little nephew a toy. That’s not unnecessary,” Serenity replied.
Setting down the breakfast takeout bags, she scooped Sonny up and placed him on the bike, showing him how to ride it.
Sonny was a sharp little boy, quickly getting the hang of maneuvering the bike around the living room.
“Liberty, I brought you and Sonny breakfast,” Serenity announced.
“I set an alarm last night so I could wake up early to make breakfast. Your brother-in-law had a hearty meal before leaving for work,” Liberty said.
Watching her son enjoy the bike brought a smile to Liberty’s face. “You don’t have to bring us breakfast every time you visit. You’re married now and have your own family. Your husband might not appreciate you spending your money on us,” she added, wanting Serenity to focus on her own life.
