"When I saw this hairpin, I liked it very much and thought it would be perfect for Ms. Thompson," Grant said with a warm, sincere smile. "Justin, it''s just a small gift. I hope you won''t mind." With a snap, Justin closed the box and pushed it back to the center of the table. His eyes were dark as he said, "This gift is far too generous. Grant, I appreciate your kindness, and I would like to thank you on behalf of Be."


    Grant''s expression showed no embarrassment. He continued to smile calmly, meeting Justin''s gaze.


    "Justin, what''s the matter?" Gregory said, his displeasure evident on his face as he scolded. "Your brother has finally returned and thoughtfully prepared generous gifts for everyone, including your girlfriend. Are you so picky that you can''t even ept something from your brother? Even if you don''t like it, can you honestly say your brother has ever treated you poorly? You shouldn''t refuse the gift. It''s simply too hurtful!"


    "Dad, please don''t be angry." Grant coughed lightly and gently advised, "It''s not a big deal. It''s not easy for the entire family to be together. So don''t let this small matter ruin the harmony."


    "Justin, just ept your brother''s thoughtful gift," Nigel said, giving Justin a look. He was sitting opposite Justin, unaware of what was in the box. He only wanted to smooth things over, especially since Justin and his father had been getting along bettertely.ConTEent bel0ngs to N?v(e)lD/rama(.)Org .


    Under the table, Justin''s hand clenched into a fist. He looked at Grant and said, "Grant, I would have happily epted any other gift. But I cannot ept a hairpin."


    Grant raised his eyebrows.


    "In our traditional customs, a man giving a woman a hairpin was like a proposal, amitment to be partners for life," Justin said, his tone low and a bit chilly. "But Be is already your sister-inw. Gifting her something like that just doesn''t seem right."


    Nigel suddenly understood. No wonder Justin had reacted so strongly. If he were in Justin''s shoes, he probably would have blown his top too.


    Gregory frowned. "Justin, aren''t you being too sensitive about this? Your brother is a man, how would he know the significance of women''s jewelry? You''re making too big a deal out of it."


    "It was my fault." Grant admitted, smiling a bit sheepishly. "I''ve been living abroad for so long that I''ve forgotten many of our customs and traditions. Justin, don''t take it to heart." Justin''s gaze deepened. "I won''t."


    Justin felt upset and found an excuse to leave the table. He went to the backyard to get some fresh air. Though he said he didn''t mind, it was impossible not to.


    The gifts Grant brought were all expensive antiques and artwork. Despite living abroad, his


    environment was ssic and


    elegant, exuding a cultural and


    artistic atmosphere. Given his love for traditional styles, how could he not know the significance of giving a woman a hairpin?


    Justin tugged at his tie but still felt short of breath. He genuinely hadn''t thought much of it. Or was it a subtle way of testing his limits?


    At that moment, voices from the garden interrupted his thoughts. Justin walked over and saw the butler and some servants gathered by the pavilion near the poolp seemingly watching something.


    "Young Master Justin." The two servants on the outer edge quickly bowed.


    "What''s going on here?" Justin asked calmly.


    "It''s Ms. Amaryllis. She''s treating the leg injury of the fawn we have in the yard," One of the servants replied with an expression of admiration.


    "The fawn hurt its leg somehow and was in so much pain that it was rolling on the ground. The butler was about to call a vet, but Ms. Amaryllis managed to bandage the injury herself!"


    Justin''s indifferent gaze fell on


    rice. Her face was calm, and she


    ???


    was kneeling on one knee. Her pristine white pants were stained with mud, but she didn''t seem to mind, focusing solely on bandaging the fawn''s leg with skillful and practiced movements, clearly a professional.


    The scene before him made Justin''s eyes narrow in shock.


    "There, there, it''s okay," rice said gently, patting the fawn. "Go y now."


    The fawn wobbled to its feet, tested its injured front left leg, then let out a cry and dashed out of the pavilion, brushing past Justin as it ran by.