Lost and Found: Return of My Mysterious Fiancee by KIKI

Chapter 890: Encounter with the Elderly Lady

Tina had lost all patience for dealing with meaningless people. Without hesitation, she turned and left.

Mia stood there, stunned and speechless, unable to react. The audacity of that little girl-leaving her in such an embarrassing situation-made her face burn with humiliation. Her complexion turned pale, her chest heaving with anger. She glanced at Grandpa Pace, hoping he would step in and support her.

Grandpa Pace, seated on the sofa, fixed Mia with a stern gaze. "Mia, at your age, why are you still competing with the younger generation? You've just returned to the family; this kind of behavior will only invite ridicule if seen by outsiders." He added gravely, "Family will always be family. We must not fight amongst ourselves. United, we thrive; divided, we falter."

His words were deliberate, carrying weight. Before leaving, he turned to address the entire room. "What I've said today isn't just for Mia. It's for everyone in the Pace family. Remember it well!"

Ruud and Alina nodded in agreement. Meanwhile, Boris Pace, standing to the side, shifted uneasily. A hint of guilt flashed across his face-had Grandpa Pace caught him rolling his eyes earlier? Trying to mask his discomfort, he quickly nodded along in agreement.

Tina walked out of the Pace family estate and pulled out her car keys. She had a plan to visit a shop in Ashbury that she had scoped out earlier. Her destination was the city's largest shopping center, where she intended to customize a pair of diamond rings.

But before she could get far, her stomach growled several times, a reminder of her neglected breakfast. Frustrated, she massaged her temple. She hadn't even done anything substantial yet, and her stomach was already protesting. Spotting a few tea shops at a nearby intersection, she pulled over. Just as she was about to walk over, an elderly lady pushing a small food cart called out to her with a warm smile.

"Miss, would you like a mixed-grain pancake? Or maybe a hand-held pancake? I also have fresh porridge, made from scratch," the woman offered cheerfully.

Tina approached, taking a closer look. The ingredients were fresh, and the aromas were inviting. When her eyes landed on the porridge, she noticed lotus seeds floating inside. "Do you have a chair?" she asked.

"You're such a pretty young lady. You're my first customer today. I have two chairs inside the cart-just bring one over to sit on. But I'm afraid there's no table yet; I just set up shop

didn't bother her much as long as she didn't have to eat standing. "I'll take a hand-held pancake with an egg, no scallions.

order, Tina grabbed a chair and sat down. Taking out her phone, she opened her photo gallery to review a design sketch of a pair of diamond rings she had created herself. Something

the pancake on the hot griddle and layering it with sliced pork tenderloin. She added extra meat for Tina, slightly grilled the vegetables for a richer flavor, topped it with an egg, and drizzled on her special blend of salad and tomato sauces. Wrapping it all up in a warm, golden pancake,

gesture. Smiling faintly, she said, "Grandma, I can get the porridge myself later. You don't

dismissively. "It's no trouble at all. I saw you were busy. Are you working

and handed her phone over for the lady to

woman studied the sketches intently. "Is the one on the left the woman's ring? And the one on the

right one is for

entire band should be studded with gems, leaving just a tiny gap

the man's ring. "The man's ring is clearly better designed than the woman's. It seems you care even more about him. But the band shouldn't use the same flowing design as the woman's.

hand, she nodded in agreement, warmth flickering in

confirming nor denying. "You could say that, though it's been years since I designed

designing? You're clearly talented," Tina asked

woman's amber eyes grew distant for a moment. She

so well-better than anyone else in the world. The things my parents wouldn't do for me, he did without hesitation. But

I'd buy him a pair of rings, but I never followed through. Over time, we drifted apart. Only after

had changed and could fulfill my promises. When I finally saved enough money to buy the rings, I decided I wouldn't just buy any pair-I would design the perfect ones myself. That's how