Chapter 1163
This Time, I Will Get My Divorce, Mr
Chapter 1163 Rose Fullerâs Disdain
These words successfully made Mary halt and laugh. âYes, yes. This poor memory of mine! I forgot that the young couple stayed together last night. They must have been too tired for them to not come down after so long.â
âWhich is why we should let them sleep,â Rose replied while releasing her grip on Mary. Still, Mary sighed regretfully. âYou were quite happy yesterday about having breakfast with the young master and Miss Reed today, butâ¦â
âIt is no big deal.â Rose waved nonchalantly. âEven though they arenât joining me for breakfast, they can have lunch with me instead. If we went according to the initial plan, they would leave right after we have breakfast together. At least they can stay with me until noon now. I am still the one who is gaining from this.â
Mary covered her mouth and let out a chuckle. âYou sure are a deviser, Old Mrs. Fuller.â âRight?â Rose proudly lifted her chin. Mary finally felt more relieved when she saw how happy Rose was instead of feeling down because Toby and Sonia hadnât joined her for breakfast.
âEnough with that. Letâs not concern ourselves with anything else. Come, Mary. Sit down, and we shall start with breakfast.â Rose patted the seat beside her.
Mary responded with a hum as she unhesitantly sat on the chair that Rose indicated her to sit on. Rose and Mary had surpassed the mistress-servant relationship a long time ago. They were now best friends, or even family.
That was why they often had meals together. Mary naturally wouldnât reject Roseâs offer after the latter had invited her to sit down and have breakfast.
As the elderly women happily chatted while they enjoyed their breakfast, Toby and Sonia, on the other hand, were still lying in bed, sound asleep in each otherâs arms.
Sonia was so worn out from last night that she didnât wake up despite the late hour.
As for Toby, he was still asleep now because he slept late last night.
They didnât seem like they would wake up before the afternoon.
After breakfast, Mary helped Rose as they took a stroll in the garden to help with their digestion.
It was already 9.30AM now.
Mary seemed to think about something before she turned to Rose and suggested, âOld Mrs. Fuller, should I get the chef to cook some rejuvenating soup for Young Master Toby?â
âOh?â Hearing that, Rose raised her eyebrows quizzically.
Mary then continued, âThink about it. They must have had a wild night for them to still be asleep now. Although it is normal for young people to not hold themselves back, I am afraid it will be hard on their body if this goes on, so I was thinking of making some healthy soup for the young master.â
âMakes sense.â Rose nodded. âToby is 30 years old now. He is not that young anymore. It is about time he takes healthier food. Sonny will be the one who suffers if he doesnât.â
The corners of Maryâs lips twitched at that.
How is Miss Reed the one who is going to suffer? she mused.
Isnât it going to be harder on Young Master Fuller?
Having a physical âdisabilityâ was a fatal blow to any man.
It was something that could make men feel inferior and depressed.
Of course, Mary might think that, but she didnât say it out loud and only nodded. âThen letâs have the chef cook some soup suitable for men for the young master, and another healthy soup for Miss Reed. Since the children donât know how to control themselves, we, the elderly, should do something for them.â
âThat is true. As long as they are in good health, it wonât be long before they give me grandkids!â Rose giggled.
Mary also happily agreed with her words, but she soon let out a regretful sigh when she thought of something. âIt was unfortunate that Miss Reed had a miscarriage. Otherwise, that child would have been born in about three or four months.â
Hearing this, Rose also lamented as the smile on her face faded slightly. âSo is life. Toby hadnât gotten out of the hypnosis then, and he didnât know that the person he really loved was Sonny. Sonny was also so disappointed in him that she no longer loved him. Even though she accidentally conceived, there was no way she would want to keep that child in that situation.â
Rose didnât know that the child Sonia was pregnant with was aborted because Sonia had been poisoned by Carl.
The elderly woman really thought that Sonia had aborted the baby at her own discretion.
Even though she never once blamed Sonia for it and even understood why Sonia did it, Rose still couldnât help thinking it was a pity.
If the child had been born, Rose might actually be able to see the fourth generation of the Fuller Family before she herself passed on.
She could have described to her husband about the childâs appearance when she arrived in the afterworld.
But just like she said, so was life.
It was a pity that an old lady like her might be fated to never see what she wanted to see.
âIt is all that damn Tina Grayâs fault. Young Master Toby and Miss Reed wouldnât have to go through all those hardships if it wasnât for her. They might even have several children by now,â Mary spat angrily.
Hearing that, Rose lightly patted Mary on the back of her hands and forced a smile. âAlright, alright. Letâs not talk about this. Tell the chef to cook soup for the two of them so that they can have some right after they wake up.â
âAye, I am going to inform the chef now.â Mary nodded. âPlease sit here for a moment, Old Mrs. Fuller. I will be back in a jiffy.â
Rose proceeded to wave her away and teased, âGo on. This is my own house. Donât tell me you donât feel safe about letting me sit by myself in my house.â
âHow can I not worry? I am justâ¦â
Worried that your body has been getting weaker with age. What if you fall down after I leave?
Mary parted her lips, but she didnât say the words she was going to tell Rose.
It was too heart-wrenching for her.
However, Rose and Mary had been each otherâs companion for decades now. They could easily tell what each other was thinking with just a look.
Even if Mary didnât finish her sentence, Rose still figured out what she had in mind. Quietly sighing, she reassured Mary, âOkay, okay. Off you go.â
Mary looked at her with a worried gaze for a moment, but she finally nodded and left.
She walked away with wide strides, and it didnât take long before her walk turned into a jog.
Not knowing how to feel about the sight, Rose muttered softly, âOh, Maryâ¦â
âOld Mrs. Fuller.â Just as she was chuckling to herself, another servant approached her.
Rose then turned toward the servant when she heard the servant call out to her. âWhatâs the matter?â she asked.
âOld Mrs. Fuller, Madam White is here.â The servant was standing outside the gazebo in the garden reporting to Rose, in which Rose immediately pulled a frown. âWhat is she doing here?â
âMadam White didnât elaborate on that.â The servant shook her head. âBut she said that she came for you, Old Mrs. Fuller. She seems to have something to talk to you about.â
Rose pouted in disdain. âGot it. Let her come here.â
âYes, maâam.â The servant then turned around and left.
Roseâs mood instantly turned right then.
She had lived a long life where there were a lot of people she disliked, and somehow Jean was the only one that she hated to the point of not wanting to speak to her.
Of course, her âhatredâ wasnât the conventional kind of hatred. It was more like Rose had a distaste for Jean.
After all, Jean was her in-law no matter what. Furthermore, Jean wasnât a third-party that got in between Roseâs son and her previous daughter-in-law in the real sense.
In other words, Rose didnât hate Jean. She merely found it disdainful how the latter was a vulgar, idiotic, and snobbish woman.
It wasnât as though Rose didnât try to teach Jean to become a true noble and wealthy lady back when Jean had just entered the Fuller household.
Somehow, Rose, who had led a smooth-sailing life, first had a taste of failure when she tried to deal with Jean.
It was all Jeanâs fault for being someone who was better kept hidden than shown to the public.
Not only that, she was also a blockhead who was completely impossible to teach.
Rose could swear that she had hired more than 10 teachers in order to train and change Jean so that she would leave her vulgarity and bad habits behind.
For some reason, none of those teachers could teach Jean into becoming a proper human being. It was astoundingly perplexing to Rose how someone as bone-headed as Jean existed.