Bertha waved her off.


    “Since when did you get so nasty? You’re older, acting like this toward a young girl?”


    “No, you’ve got it wrong…” Amya started but Bertha cut her off.


    “You know Miley saved my life, yet you talk down to her.


    Are you trying to test me? Or are you hoping I kick the bucket out there?”


    Bertha’s tone was sharp and her words were cutting.


    Amya’s voice softened.


    “You’re mistaken.


    I didn’t mean to give her a hard time.


    It’s just seeing Miley in the gossip columns… With the Pierce name, it’s not appropriate, you know?”


    “Why is that a problem?” Bertha chimed in.


    “Miley’s got her own career.


    She’s independent.


    Where else are we going to find a girl as capable as her?” She wasn’t having any of Amya’s negativity.


    Amya was left speechless.


    “She’s gorgeous and has a heart of gold.


    How could she not be perfect for my grandson?” Bertha kept on praising Miley.


    “I reckon you were picking on her on purpose!”


    “I…” Amya tried to speak but got shut down by Bertha’s Look.


    Miley stayed quiet through it all.


    She watched Bertha’s change of heart quietly, holding back augh.


    Just days ago, Bertha had not been singing her praises like this.


    Who’d have thought the olderdy would stick up for her so strongly now? Miley chuckled to herself, feeling a mix of emotions.


    Amya felt embarrassed in front of everyone but she didn’t dare to cross Bertha.


    Fuming, she stormed out of the ward to let off steam.


    Bertha acted like she hadn’t noticed.


    She went over to Miley, taking her hand, and said, “Forget about her.


    It’s lunchtime.


    Let’s head home together.


    ”


    Miley felt the warmth of her touch, warming her heart.Published by N?v''elD/rama.Org.


    She gave a sweet smile.


    “Sure thing.


    Thanks.


    ”


    Ste was busy in her studio, ensuring everyone worked systematically.


    The studio’s orders had spiked due to the recent live stream.


    She catered to a niche market but struggled to manage the increasing demand.


    Recently, she reviewed several resumes, nning to hire an assistant.


    While she worked, a figure caught her eye outside the door.


    Looking up, she spotted ter standing there.


    He nodded when he saw her notice him.


    Ste quickly masked her surprise and waved.


    “What brings you here today? Water or coffee?”


    ter scanned the room.


    The staff, though busy, maintained order.


    “Coffee, please.


    ” He let out a sigh.


    “You’re managing the studio well.


    It seems like it will soon level up.


    ”