Rebirth of the Deadly Beauty

Chapter 38



After Yvonne and Harold left, Yolanda checked Simon's pulse again. "Your pulse is steady. You just need to get some rest," she said.

Yolanda then gave Gordon a few tips on caring for Simon before she and Diana left the ward together.

Diana followed Yolanda out of the hospital in a daze. Everything that had happened today felt surreal to her. However, her view of Yolanda had shifted significantly. Maybe Yolanda had genuinely been putting in effort at the juvenile detention center, rather than just wasting time, as Diana had once believed.

"Landy, your dad won't be home for dinner tonight. How about I take you out for steak?" Diana asked.

Diana suddenly realized that it had been a while since she and Yolanda had gone out for a meal together. Usually, it was Yvonne who would beg for a meal alone with Diana after every piano lesson.

Diana couldn't remember the last time she had spent quality time alone with Yolanda. She decided to use this chance to take Yolanda out for dinner at a fancy Westorian restaurant—one she usually reserved for outings with Yvonne.

After all, Yolanda hadn't embarrassed her today. In fact, Yolanda had made her proud. Diana thought it was time to show her appreciation. Even though the odds were slim, Diana didn't want Yolanda to forget the support she had given her if Yolanda ever became successful.

Perhaps because it was a weekday, the Westorian restaurant was relatively empty. Diana chose a table by the window. When the waiter brought the menu, Diana handed it directly to Yolanda. "It's been forever since we've had a meal out together, just the two of us. Order whatever you want!"

With Diana picking up the tab, Yolanda didn't hesitate to treat herself. She scanned the menu and ordered a plate of premium Aussorian beef with fresh oysters, Frenorian mushroom soup, and for dessert, Tahirian vanilla caramel pudding with a cup of Earl Grey tea.

When Diana took the menu back from Yolanda, a brief look of surprise crossed her face. She had never brought Yolanda to a place like this before, yet Yolanda ordered with the ease of someone who was well accustomed to dining at upscale restaurants, showing no sign of hesitation.

Diana remembered the first time she had brought Yvonne to this Westorian restaurant a few years back. Yvonne barely said anything when ordering and even made a fuss, asking the waiter how to eat raw meat because she didn't understand the different levels of steak doneness.

In contrast, despite her modest appearance and attire, Yolanda's demeanor and composure were more like those of a well-mannered young woman with experience, rather than Yvonne's. This surprised Diana.

"Landy…" Diana picked up her glass of lemon water and took a sip. NôvelDrama.Org holds © this.

She seemed to want to say something to fill the awkward silence, but finding the right words was proving difficult. She had never paid much attention to Yolanda before, and now she couldn't think of anything to ease the tension between them.

"Don't you like foie gras? Why didn't you order it?" Yolanda asked, drawing from the memories of her body's original owner. She had a clear understanding of Diana's preferences, possibly even better than Yvonne did. The original Yolanda had been well-acquainted with Diana's habits and tastes.

Yolanda couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness. The original Yolanda must have longed deeply for her family's affection. Still, due to Yvonne's manipulative ways and the favoritism from Harold and Diana, she never had the chance to express her feelings.

"Huh? Oh, I just felt like trying something different today," Diana said awkwardly.

She hadn't expected Yolanda to know she liked foie gras. She realized she didn't know anything about Yolanda's tastes, not even whether Yolanda enjoyed Westorian cuisine.

Yolanda quickly picked up on Diana's thoughts and gave a gentle smile, saying, "If we have time next time, we could try Jalorian cuisine. I'm really into seafood."


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