Chapter 373



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Yvonne sounded like she was giving orders to someone.

This stunned the manager for a moment, but it seemed he was already used to the atmosphere between the Smiths, so he unconsciously replied, “Okay, Miss Yvonne.”

But after he did so, even he himself was dumbfounded.

Maureen and Nora were also surprised.

They both looked at Yvonne.

Maureen gasped, “Wasn’t it clear that you didn’t want that dress? Isn’t that why you recommended it to Nora?”

Yvonne looked down and said with a smile, “You may have misunderstood, Maureen. I’ve always liked red dresses. It’s not that you don’t. I just thought the dress looked really nice on Nora today, so I wanted to let her have it. But since she doesn’t want it, shouldn’t we choose clothes according to order?”

Maureen immediately blushed.

She really liked the dress because it had the prettiest design of all the styles she had seen in recent years.

In fact, she had wanted to let Nora have it right now, too. After all, she had just returned to the Smiths, so she didn’t seem to have any appropriate clothes.

But Nora had unexpectedly given it to her. That’s why she had accepted it.

How could something that was supposed to already be in the bag just disappear just like that?

An upset Maureen looked at Yvonne again.

She was aggressive, and now there was none of the pretense and hypocrisy she usually had on her face. It looked like something had triggered her, and even her facial expression seemed a little wild. She had the words “I just want to make you unhappy” written blatantly on her face.

Maureen’s temper got the better of her and she began to argue. She said, “What is the meaning of this, Yvonne, are you purposely trying to attack me?”.

Yvonne kept her expression under control and said, “How am I attacking you, Maureen? It’s obvious that you’re the one fighting with me over clothes, isn’t it?”.

Maureen: “?”

gⱯlnσν𝓮ℓs․cøm, your destination for tales She shouted angrily, “Who exactly is fighting with whom? Let’s set the record straight today! I’ve been married to Warren for seven years. There are four seasons a year, so this is the 28th time I’ve picked out clothes. When have I ever not given in to you!!! But what about you? All the red dresses you picked out have gone moldy in your closet, haven’t they? How many times have you worn red clothes? You clearly know that red is my favorite color! The way I see it, you do it on purpose, don’t you?”.

With a smile on her face, Yvonne said smugly, “I told you, Maureen. I like red too.”

No sooner had she said that than Nora casually interrupted her and said, “But red doesn’t suit you. You look too drab to wear that color.”

Yvonne’s appearance was feminine and delicate.

However, long red dresses were usually paired with bright and vivid looks.

Everyone knew this, but no one had told her directly.

For a moment, Yvonne turned red.

She looked at Nora angrily and then at Maureen. She became so angry that she no longer bothered to pretend. She shouted, “I can like collecting red clothes, can’t I?

So what if I don’t wear them and keep them all in the closet?

As the Smiths’ eldest daughter, surely I have a right to be a little stubborn, don’t I?”

Nora: “!”

Maureen: “!!!!”

The two looked at each other. Neither had expected Yvonne to openly pick a fight with them. Besides, at that moment she looked like a harpy.

Maureen frowned and warned, “Don’t go overboard, Yvonne!”

Yvonne scoffed, “Am I the one who shouldn’t go too far, or is someone else the one who should practice a little self-awareness as an outsider living under someone else’s roof? Maureen, do you really think you’re one of the owners of the house just because you and Warren live here? The Smiths already split up and formed their own families long ago! My father is the real master of the Smiths! You’re all just people who have left the main family! You’re all just! Taking! One more time! Temporarily! Residence! Here!”

He deliberately emphasized ‘temporary’, making Maureen blush.

Lucy couldn’t bear to hear any more. She said, “Miss Yvonne, we’re all family, why go that far? Besides, Mr. Warren and Mr. Joel are very close.”

Warren lived at the mansion because he got along well with Joel, and he felt that this was his home.

Yvonne looked at her mischievously. “Do I have to do what you say or ask Joel’s permission when I’m ordering clothes in my own house? Am I the one disregarding family ties, or is she the one being ungrateful?

Dad is not dead yet, and yet you all already dare to act like you are the masters of the house, and overstep your bounds as servants and look down on me? It seems I should get someone to have a good talk with the people of our ancestral house!”

The arrogant woman’s words became more and more horrible. She said, “Joel is not daddy’s adopted son either. I am daddy’s only legitimate daughter. You’re all bullying me because Dad is sick, so no one can defend me, right?”

Lucy was speechless.

However, Yvonne dragged her to the door and said, “Since that’s the way it is, you can come with me to our house! Let’s go see my grandparents there and see what they say about this.”

Lucy immediately begged for mercy. “Forgive me, Miss Yvonne! I made a mistake.”

If they really went to the ancestral home, wouldn’t they all say that Joel was being disrespectful to his elders!

He was Ian’s chosen successor, and yet, as soon as Ian fell into a coma, he began bullying and oppressing his daughter?

Lucy didn’t care if it was embarrassing for her or not. She tried to appease Yvonne and said, “Miss Yvonne, this matter is not so serious. It’s just an article of clothing, isn’t it?”.

She looked to Maureen for help after speaking.

Lucy had watched Joel and Warren grow up, was especially close to both brothers. Therefore, she also got along well with Maureen.

Maureen didn’t dare implicate a former servant who had served the family for so long just because of this.

She repressed her complaints and said, “Fine, I’ll let you have the dress!”.

After saying that, she turned around and went straight up the stairs while saying, “I’m not going to order anything this year.”

She could buy ready-made clothes even if she didn’t make anything custom anyway, so why would she let others bully her in this regard?

Satisfied, Yvonne sat down on the main couch. Then, without looking at Nora, she said to the attendant, “I want this, this, this…and also this. Make them all in my size.”

“… Yes, Miss,” said the clerk.

After ordering the clothes, Yvonne turned around and went upstairs. As she passed Nora, she said, “After all, this is my father’s house.”

Nora: “…”

She, too, had lost interest in picking out clothes, so she waved and dismissed the attendant.

There was no one left in the living room. In that instant, she finally understood all the things Maureen had said earlier, and she also finally understood how much injustice she had suffered over the years.

As she was thinking about it, Lucy ushered Lisa in and said, “Miss Nora, your cousin is here.”

Nora pushed her thoughts away and stood up.

Lisa had already rushed over to her. She takes her hand and said, “Finally, Nora!”.

Nora smiled at her.

Lisa looked at her carefully. Only when she checked that she had not suffered any injustice did she finally breathe a sigh of relief. Then, she smiled and said, “By the way, my mother wants me to pass on a message to you…. She says that your cord blood is still in the hospital blood bank.”

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