Julian’s Stand-In Wife By South Wind Dialect Chapter 452
After she said that, Diana stuffed a mouthful of sweet cake in her mouth before
finally calming down.
But in her haste to wash down the salty taste with the cake, the icing ended up
smeared across her nose. Its pink color gave her the image of a mischievous
cat that had been caught stealing from the kitchen.
Despite that, she excluded an overwhelming sense of vulnerability.
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Oliver reached for a tissue to help Diana wipe off the icing, but Madam Fulcher
intercepted him and handed Diana a damp cloth instead.
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Oliver’s expression fell for a brief moment, but he quickly stepped back to give
Madam Fuclher space as he clenched the tissue in his hand.
Madam Fulcher only had eyes for Diana, and she chuckled at the icing on the
“You’re still like a child. You even got cake on your face.”
Diana grinned yfully. She epted the cloth, wiped the frosting off her face,
and replied cheekily, “The cake you got me was just too good. Grandma.”
Diana had no idea why she had bothered going to the Winnington family
residence in the first ce. Even if it was to get revenge on Ka, there was no
reason for her to foster a good rtionship with that family.
After all, she would only end up hurting herself.
As she savored the sweetness of cake melting on her tongue, she recalled the
ridiculously salty taste of soba in her mouth and shuddered. It was clear that
whoever made them had no culinary talent.
Perhaps Kate was trying to send Diana a message through those noodles,
warning her not to mess with Ka. However, she was Kate’s birth daughter,
not Ka. The fact that Kate had done so despite this made Diana feel sad and
insignificant.
“Don’t dwell on it,’ Madam Fulcher said suddenly, pulling Diana out of her
musings as she urged Diana to sit down and eat. “Those who don’t cook often
have trouble getting the seasoning right. Today’s your birthday, so you’re the
boss! If you’re upset about the noodles. I’ll take you to the Winningtons and
delicious bowl of noodles for you!”
Dianaughed at Madam Fulcher’s teasing. ’You’re amazing, Grandma.”
“Of course!” Madam Fulcher smiled at Diana’s reaction, relieved.” Remember,
Diana. Never bottle up your sadness and frustration. If you run into any trouble,
don’t hesitate to voice them out, whether it’s to Kate or James! If this soba
makes you ufortable, just confront them or ignore them as you please!
They’re still your parents, after all, even if they don’t want to admit it. Their blood
runs in your veins. If they can treat you as they please, then you can do the
same! Don’t keep your loneliness or sadness to yourself. We’re all in this
together.” Madam Fulcher’s eyes roamed around the room. Her gaze settled
briefly on the door, but she quickly shook her head and continued solemnly,
“Otherwise, all of us will be sad too.’
Everyone here truly felt happiness and joy because of Diana’s existence, and
they were here today to celebrate her birthday with genuine sincerity.
The unhappiness Kate gave Diana dissipated, and she nodded determinedly at
Madam Fulcher.
“I know what I should do now.’
It was more important to care about the people who cherish her.
As for Kate, James, or even Ka… Diana didn’t need to bottle up her
dissatisfaction toward them, nor did she need to back down.
She didn’t need to retreat because of some measly soba, or because she failed
to drive a wedge between Kate and Ka. After all, she hadn’t wavered when
Ka conspired with Mr. Carter to drug her before.
Diana should just do what she wanted with Madam Fulcher and her friends ‘
support!
The heavy rock in her heart vanished silently. At that moment, Nina held her
hand and whispered gently, “Happy birthday, Diana.”
Diana smiled and gripped Nina’s hand tightly. The confidence in her face was
now stronger than ever.
“Thank you, Nina.”
“The food’s really good,” Vans said as he ced his hand back on the table,
which he previously hid under the table. He made exaggerated motions while
eating and eximed, “The meat’s tender, and the vegetables are fresh!”
He deliberately made loud sounds as he ate, and looked at Diana. “Come on,
have some too!”
Then, he called out to Madam Fulcher. “Go ahead and eat too, Madam Fulcher.
What are you waiting for?”
The atmosphere became lively again, but Oliver didn’t pick up his utensils and
start eating. Instead, he pulled a photo from his pocket and ced it before
Madam Fulcher. “Actually, I came here today to ask for your help in identifying
someone.”
The photo was of a chubby little boy. Diana felt that he looked somewhat
familiar, but she couldn’t remember who he was for a moment.
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