Madam Moreland's expression softened slightly.
Emily Collins smiled. She said, after all, her Jocelyn was not a sharp-tongued girl.
"Oh, I almost forgot to give my red envelopes after sitting here for so long." Jocelyn stood up, walked to the TV stand, picked up a cream-colored purse, took out three red envelopes, and handed them to Amelia Clarke by the bedside. "I had no idea what to buy for my god-nephews, so I'll stick with the traditional and just give red envelopes. Don't be shy, Amelia—take them. Who knows, when I get married and have kids someday, you might give them back to me."
Jocelyn said this cheerfully. Her words enlivened the atmosphere without making anyone uncomfortable.
"Jocelyn has such kind intentions; Amelia, you should accept them," Emily Collins said from the side.
Amelia Clarke reached out to take them. "Thank you, Sister Jocelyn."
"It's the least I could do."
Jocelyn sat for a while longer before standing to take her leave.
