After Madisynpliantly exchanged numbers with them, her phone buzzed with two notifications.


    Her father had sent her ten million dors through Venmo, and her mother did the same.


    Glenn grinned, his voice filled with a casual generosity.


    “Here’s a little pocket money from Dad.


    If it’s not enough, just let me know.


    ”


    ine’s warmth didn’t falter.


    “And I’ve picked out some clothes for you.


    You can try them on when we get home!”


    This whirlwind of generosity was unfamiliar to Madisyn, yet it enveloped her in a warmth she had never known.


    However, Kristine felt both unease and shock.


    Glenn and ine had just casually transferred twenty million dors to Madisyn-a sum that dwarfed her own rtively modest monthly allowance.


    Was this because Madisyn was their biological child and she was adopted?


    Throughout the meal, ine and Glenn took turns heaping food onto Madisyn’s te, the food piled high looking like a small mountain.


    By the time Madisyn finished it all, her stomach was full.


    It was a novel and heartwarming barrage of affection, expressed through every dish her parents offered.


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    Kristine observed this with a keen eye.


    Since Madisyn was in simple attire and ine and Glenn had said Madisyn had suffered a lot, Kristine naturally assumed that Madisyn had grown up in a poor family.novelbin


    “Mom, Dad, how about I teach Madisyn some etiquette? Knowing the ways of our society, she won’t feel out of ce,” Kristine suggested.


    ine turned to Madisyn.


    “Madisyn, Kristine has been tutored by your Aunt Lynda.


    She’s not only a talented dancer b


    Madisyn, catching Kristine’s look, responded with politeness, “No, thank you.


    ”


    Kristine, undeterred, smiled.


    “Madisyn, since you’ve just returned, you might not be aware of the many unspoken rules in high society.


    It’s really easy to feel out of ce, or worse, be the subject of whispers.


    I’m familiar with all of these, so let me help.


    ”


    “I said no,” Madisyn retorted, feeling slightly irritated but maintaining a calm tone.


    Kristine was taken aback by Madisyn’s firm refusal.


    She had stooped, quite literally and metaphorically, to bridge the social gap she presumed existed between herself and Madisyn, only to be met with refusal.


    Somewhat provoked, she was prepared to watch Madisyn make a fool of herself soon enough.


    Looking at the caviar on the table, she turned to Madisyn with a feigned casualness.


    “Madisyn, have you ever tried caviar? It might look simple, but it’s quite the delicacy.


    You should give it a try.


    ”


    Madisyn responded by scooping up a spoonful of the caviar.


    Kristine’s lips twitched into a sly smile.


    Typically, novices would consume caviar directly from the spoon-amon mistake that both looked unappetizing and spoke of poor etiquette.


    She believed Madisyn was about to make a fool of herself.


    However, with a practiced ease, Madisyn ced the caviar on the area on the back of her hand between the thumb and index finger, allowing it to warm slightly before tasting it gracefully.