Chapter 71: Marissa turned her attention to the commotion in the crowd and noticed Balthasar approaching, surrounded by the Nash family members. Dressed in a fine silk robe, Balthasar appeared happy, his face glowing. As he passed, people greeted him warmly, with seven going out of their way to shower him with compliments. Marissa was bewildered. The Nash family's prominence had declined, so it was surprising to see such a sudden surge of people vying for his favor As Balthasar and his entourage drew nearer, he noticed the extravagant outfits of Sansa and Ayla. His smile momentarily stiffened, but he chose not to reprimand them. Instead, he whispered, “This is a medical conference, not a ball. Please, go change into something more appropriate and ease up on the jewelry." Sansa and Ayla, feeling sheepish, agreed to change immediately. Before leaving, Ayla turned to Balthasar and complained, "Grandpa, when Tiffany saw my mom, not only did she fail to greet her, but she even insulted her. There's no respect in Tiffany's demeanor. You need to remind her not to bring shto our family at the gathering later." Balthasar's expression grew stern as he shot a cold gaze at Marissa, scrutinizing her. Marissa had spent the last two weeks caring for Caylee in the hospital and hadn't encountered the Nash family. This meeting was entirely coincidental The Nash family harbored resentment towards Marissa for her frequent associations with the Sanchez family recently, viewing it as a betrayal. Undeterred by their disapproval, Marissa remained composed under their scrutiny. She did not greet Balthasar. After a while, he scolded her sharply, "You're becoming more and more discourteous. You don't even greet your grandpa." "Hi, Grandpa," Marissa responded casually Balthasar inhaled deeply and scolded, “Look at yourself. What are you wearing? People who don't know the truth might think your family mistreats you. Are you trying to make us look bad on purpose?" Glancing down at her own clothes, Marissa looked up and replied with a smile, "Grandpa, my outfit is clean and proper. How could it possibly bring shto the Nash family? Would you rather I dress as provocatively as Sansa and Ayla?" "You..." Balthasar was fuming, but he managed to hold back his anger due to the public setting. “What I mean is, for such formal events, you should consider dressing in more upscale attire. Simple clothes like yours might draw negative attention to our family." "But I don't have the money for expensive clothes, Grandpa,” Marissa responded "I give you a hundred thousand each month. What are you spending it on?" Balthasar inquired "I've never received any money, not even five thousand," Marissa replied "How is that possible?" Balthasar was baffled. "You might want to ask Sansa about that," Marissa suggested Balthasar found himself at a loss for words. He contemplated confronting Sansa about whether she had been handing over the money to Tiffany on schedule. However, with Ayla poised to becRiss' apprentice, the family relied on Sansa and Ayla, prompting Balthasar to remain silent Sansa, aware that Balthasar was unlikely to confront her, didn't tone down her arrogance. She replied with a sneer, "Tiffany, I've been giving you a hundred thousand every month. It's your extravagant spending that's left you penniless to buy decent clothes." With a smug look, Sansa added, "Ayla is far more responsible in this area. She consistently strives to honor our family and uses her monthly allowance wisely. She not only conducts herself with grace but also enhances the family's reputation." Sansa, grinning proudly, glanced around. "You've all seen the admiration and respect your grandpa is receiving now. It's all because of Ayla!" "Is that true?" Marissa, smiling slightly, asked. “Sansa, can I inquire about something? What remarkable act has Ayla performed to earn such high esteem from everyone?"
Sansa replied arrogantly, "It's because Doctor Riss has decided to mentor Ayla!
"Who mentioned that?" a deep voice interjected. Everyone turned to see Ferris, Riss chief assistant