Chapter 497

Carol glanced at May, surprised.

For years, May always wore her hair in a ponytail or a bun. But today, she chopped it to shoulder length, looking younger and more stylish. Her whole vibe was different, even her makeup.

"Dad, Mom, why are you staring at me?"

"May, did you get a haircut? It looks great," Maurice nodded.

"Yeah, I thought about dyeing it, but I know you don't like that, so I didn't," May said playfully. She felt prettier and lighter with the new cut, even her steps were bouncier.

When Caleb saw her, he'd definitely be pleasantly surprised.

"Yeah, natural hair color suits you best."

Carol wondered if May was in love. She looked so happy, like someone in love.

But they had just argued yesterday. Could she fall in love overnight? Carol knew her daughter wasn't the type to fall for someone easily; she was 28 and still single.

Carol was puzzled.

Susan smiled. "Dad, I got you some supplements. Want to try them?"

"I just had porridge, maybe later."

"Okay, I'll make some for you in a bit. Mom, you don't look too well either, you should take some too," May said warmly.

Carol was at a loss. May's mood had changed so much from yesterday.

"Dad, why don't you let Dr. Diaz do the surgery?" May suddenly asked.

Carol was even more surprised.

Maurice frowned. "Weren't you against it?"

"I wasn't against it, I was just worried about you feeling burdened. But heart bypass surgery is serious, and Dr. Diaz is the best. I've always supported him doing the surgery."

Carol frowned. Did she really think that? Her previous behavior didn't show it. How did she change so suddenly?

"No, no, don't try to persuade me," Maurice waved his hand.

"Mom and I just want you to get better. Since Mr. Eilish solved the problem with Arnold, isn't that good?"

"Even if we shut Arnold up, we can't shut everyone's mouths."

"Then ignore them. You've lived an upright life, they can't tarnish your reputation. But it's your decision. If you want another doctor, I'll keep looking."

Maurice began to ponder. He had been hesitant before, and May's support made him even more unsure.

"Let's not think about this now. Get some rest."

Carol went to wash some apples. After a while, May came over to help.

"Mom, the water's cold, let me do it."

"No need, I'll do it," Carol avoided her.

May smiled. "Mom, are you still mad at me?"

Carol said, "Weren't you the one mad at me?"

"How could I be? I was just in a bad mood yesterday, venting a bit, and you took it seriously? I was worried about Dad, so I said some things I didn't mean. Don't take it to heart."

"I think you've been holding it in for a while."

"No, really. When people are upset, they say things they don't mean. I know how good you and Dad are to me," May smiled. "Maybe I was a bit sensitive before. After my biological parents' accident, I worried you'd dislike me."

"I care about you too much, so I overthink. But I remember all the good things you've done for me."

Carol stayed silent.

"Mom, don't keep a straight face. It hurts me to see you like that. Mothers and daughters argue, but we can't stay mad forever, right? I'm apologizing, please don't hold it against me."

Carol wasn't angry; she was disheartened. Being coaxed by May, she said, "It's nothing, it's in the past," but there was still a knot in her heart. It was like tearing a piece of paper; you can't pretend there's no tear, but she didn't want to dwell on it.

"I'm not mad."

"Okay, then give me a smile."

Carol forced a smile.

"Mom, you look so beautiful when you smile."

"May, why did you suddenly support your dad seeing Dr. Diaz?"

May took the apple and started washing it. "Didn't I say? I've always supported it in my heart, but I had to go along with Dad's wishes before. Of course, we should find the best doctor. After your and Susan's persuasion, I realized Dad's illness can't be delayed. The sooner the surgery, the better."

"Yes, I think so too."

May finished washing the apple, her face beaming. "Alright, Mom, everything will be fine." She handed the apple to Carol. "I'm going to apologize to Susan, I'll go upstairs first."

"Is it necessary? Susan isn't the type to hold a grudge, she won't be mad."

"It's necessary. Even in a family, if an apology is needed, it should be given. I'll go now." May was eager to see Caleb's reaction to her new look.

May excitedly went upstairs and tidied her hair before entering the room.

"Susan."

"May."

Oliver had just woken up from a nap, and Susan was helping her get dressed.

"Aunt May," Oliver called sweetly.

"Good boy." May looked around, disappointed that Caleb wasn't there.

"May, what are you looking for?"

"Nothing. Your place is really nice," May changed the subject, hiding her disappointment.

This VIP ward cost tens of thousands a day, and Susan had only a minor injury, yet Caleb arranged such a good room for her. He was spoiling her too much.

May couldn't help but feel a bit sour.

At the same time, she was envious. If only Caleb could treat her like this.

In the past, she had been jealous of Susan countless times-jealous of her background, her parents' love, her musical talent, her intelligence. But now, what May envied most was Caleb's love for Susan.

The luckiest thing for a woman was to marry a capable and loving husband.

Why did all the good things go to Susan?