Meredith Rowan was not one to give up easily. She was very good at reading the room.
After the toast, she sat down slowly. Her movements were graceful and her smile was gentle as she said, "Miss Thorne and I could be considered friends despite our age gap."
Shirley Thorne smiled in response, her tone cheerful. "That's right! It must be fate!"
Hearing this, everyone relaxed considerably. 'At least this mistress has some sense,' they thought, 'knowing to position herself as a 'friend'.'
Of course, the most perceptive one was Shirley Thorne. With just a few words, she had stripped the "family" nature from the recovery banquet, turning it into a simple dinner for guests.
And if it was just a dinner for guests, it made no difference whether the mistress was there or not.
It was just a pity for the patient, Shirley Thorne. She had narrowly escaped death and finally recovered, only to be unable to have even a proper recovery banquet.
