Devoted Love:The Billionaire's Precious Wife-Chapter 562

Neither on Christmas Eve nor on Christmas did she receive a gift from her uncle.

Considering all the shopping her uncle did with Rosemary, she was trying to manage not to feel aggrieved.

But did recognizing his biological niece mean that he could abandon her—his adopted niece, whom he had cared for eighteen years—once and for all?

She heard from the maid that her brothers even sang and danced for Rosemary.

Not to mention the others—even Hunter—it was totally out of character for him!

What kind of magic did Rosemary possess to change Hunter so completely that he’s willing to do such foolish things?

How did she do it?

That Mom and Dad would don Santa suits to amuse Rosemary didn’t surprise her at all.

Yet her uncle, usually so dignified, was willing to go along with it.

She was so jealous, so angry!

At the dinner table, Rosemary said, "I’m full. You guys enjoy."

"Don’t, don’t go." David grabbed the hem of her dress. "The concert I invited you to is in four days. You’ll come, right?"

"Let go, don’t ruin her dress!" Clark swatted David’s hand away. "What’s so great about your lousy concert? Rose could learn more by studying in the lab."

"It’s called warming up—RAP dopamine—not lousy!" David corrected him. "And if this dress can be ruined so easily, it must be the material!"

"Rose, he’s saying the material of the dress you designed isn’t good." Chasel deliberately added fuel to the fire.

"What? Rose designed this?" David’s eyes widened as he took a closer look. "I knew it. How could there be such a beautiful dress? From the moment I saw it, I knew the person who designed it must be very talented, very assertive, very creative."

"Well, isn’t this a lively scene."

At that moment, a melancholy voice came from outside the door.

Everyone looked toward the voice, their expressions a mix of surprise and disbelief.

"Serena, how come you’re here?"

Before David could finish his sentence, Serena put on a smile and retorted, "Why, should I not be here? Did my presence spoil the fun?"

"What David meant was, you didn’t give us a heads-up. I could have sent a car for you." Sampson immediately ordered someone, "Bring an extra chair and set of utensils. Serena, you haven’t had dinner, right? Come join us."

Serena’s gaze scanned everyone in the room, finally landing on Rosemary.

Rosemary’s eyes were as calm as ever—no surprise, no unease—just looking at her peacefully.

For the first time in her life, Serena didn’t put on a show in front of everyone, didn’t sweetly call out "Rose," because she didn’t feel the need to humble herself before Rosemary anymore.

The maid brought a chair. Serena sat down, pouring herself a glass of wine.

"Serena." Sampson was about to stop her from drinking.

She was basking in the affection of her parents, her uncle, and her brothers.

Had she ever considered that across the vast ocean, there was a sister in name only, alone, without any family?

Even when her sister came here, she still remained unbothered, not even showing a hint of kindness.

Where was her conscience?

At that moment, David, feigning drunkenness, stumbled to his feet. "I’m going to wash my face."

"When I arrived, you were sober. How did you get drunk so quickly?"

"It must be the alcohol."

"You don’t want to see me, right?" Serena asked, her smile constant but oppressive. "Did you give the concert tickets to Rose?"

David was taken aback. How did she know? Had she been giving Rose a hard time?

Initially, he didn’t invite Serena along because he was worried she would overthink things, assuming that everyone was revolving around Rose, neglecting her, not valuing her.

Now, his worst fears were coming true.

"Serena, over the years, David has given you plenty of tickets. Rose just returned to this family. It’s not unreasonable for him to invite her to a concert, is it?" Chasel chimed in.

Serena’s smile deepened.

Yeah, if David hadn’t sneakily taken those tickets from her to give to Rosemary, it wouldn’t have been an issue.

But what upset her was that David told her there were no tickets, then secretly gave them to Rosemary.

Wasn’t that excessive?

"Do you think I’m wrong?" Serena asked, her smile innocent, but everyone felt she had changed. She was no longer the Serena they knew.

She had become somewhat distant.

At that moment, an underling briskly walked in. Sensing the tense atmosphere, he wisely retreated to one side.

"What’s the matter?" Sampson sat in his dining chair, still exuding an air of control. No one could tell what he was thinking.

"Sir, the 15% share transfer, a Rolls-Royce, a Koenigsegg, ten downtown shops have all been transferred to Ms. Collins’ name."

This was the gift Darlene’s father offered to Rosemary as an apology.

But to Serena, it sounded like her uncle had given 15% of his shares, two luxury cars, and ten shops to Rosemary!

Not only did her brothers favor Rosemary, but it seemed like her uncle was also playing favorites.

Despite their constant assurances of considering her as family, in reality, they only favored Rosemary!

"Also, there are two more cars—a Pagani, a Bugatti—three villas, and another share transfer, all in Ms. Collins’ name."

This was the compensation Angela’s father gave to Rosemary.

But to Serena, it sounded incredibly sarcastic, as if they were extravagant gifts from her uncle to Rosemary.

"Alright, you may go."

Sampson’s expression remained nonchalant, but Serena was seething with jealousy.

She would never forget the day Rosemary first returned to the family—how her parents showered her with pocket money and all those beautiful clothes, shoes, handbags.

Even the fashion company was handed over to their own daughter.

Serena, spoiled by her parents for eighteen years, had never received such treatment!

Now, her uncle was lavishing Rosemary with expensive gifts.

"Let us have a minute," Sampson leaned back, his aura still overpowering. "I’ll dinner with Serena."

David wanted to say something, but under his uncle’s gaze, he decided to leave first.

Seeing everyone leave, Serena gave a bitter smile, stirring her soup with a spoon.

"Uncle Sampson, you want to criticize me too, right?"

"Why would I criticize you?"