My Child and I Married a Billionaire

Chapter 146: Chapter 146: Report the Young Madam’s Whereabouts at Any Time

The Vaughn family didn’t have this custom, and Cecelia Archer never knew that people in wealthy households needed someone else to plate their food for them.

’Don’t you just help yourself to what you like? How am I supposed to know what everyone wants to eat?’

Cecelia Archer froze for a moment, caught off guard by Mrs. Vaughn’s sudden order.

When Mrs. Vaughn saw her just standing there, her tone sharpened.

"Can’t you hear me? What are you standing there for?"

Cecelia was mortified to be scolded like an idiot in front of so many people, but she answered truthfully anyway.

"I’m sorry, Mrs. Vaughn. I’m not familiar with the customs."

’She can’t even serve a simple dish?’

Mrs. Vaughn shot her a disappointed look.

"Just as I thought, someone from a humble background is completely useless. Forget it, forget it. Just pour the wine for everyone."

There was an elegant bottle of red wine on the table, which looked like it had already been left to breathe. Thankfully, after a few meals with Damien Vaughn, she had a basic grasp of wine-pouring etiquette. Cecelia Archer picked up the bottle and went around the table, pouring wine for each guest.

Finally, someone took notice of her.

"Who is this? Your new assistant? She looks clever enough, but she doesn’t seem very capable."

Mrs. Vaughn scoffed coldly. "Do you think I’d hire someone like her as my assistant? Never mind, never mind. Let’s not talk about her and just eat."

Her disdain was palpable.

The whole situation made Cecelia Archer want to laugh.

’If you hate me so much, why drag me everywhere and spend money on me? Are you crazy?’

’You could just tell your son you hate me and don’t want me in the Vaughn Family. You could have me thrown out anytime. Is it really necessary to be so roundabout and disgusting?’

After pouring the wine, Cecelia Archer put the bottle down, her expression cold.

"Is there nothing else for me to do? May I leave now?"

’What kind of way is that to talk? What kind of attitude is this!’

’The food has just been served, and I haven’t even had her do much yet, and she’s already getting upset? She has no manners at all!’

Mrs. Vaughn’s face hardened. "The more I say you’re clueless, the more clueless you act. We haven’t even finished eating, where do you think you’re going? Get over here and wait by my side!"

’After all, I haven’t been home in over ten years. In front of all these people, she should at least give me some face!’

’Well, she did give Candy that big red envelope and buy us clothes yesterday.’

Cecelia Archer returned to her side.

Someone served Mrs. Vaughn some food.

"Try this roasted goose. It’s a famous dish from Willowdale, braised in abalone sauce. It’s especially tender and flavorful. If you like it, we’ll make it again next time."

Mrs. Vaughn picked up the piece of meat and looked at it.

The goose meat was stained a dark, thick color from the various sauces. Although it smelled fragrant, its appearance didn’t stir her appetite.

"My tastes are quite light these days. I don’t think I’ll have this. Cecelia, you eat it."

Cecelia Archer felt like a dog, at her master’s beck and call. When the master didn’t like a piece of food, it would be thrown on the ground, and she’d have to scramble over to lick it up.

Watching Mrs. Vaughn speechlessly, she stood without moving.

"Thank you, Mrs. Vaughn. But I don’t like goose."

Mrs. Vaughn snapped, "I told you to eat it, so eat it. It’s braised in abalone sauce. You’ve probably never even seen what an abalone looks like in your entire life. I’ll feed it to you. Don’t be so ungrateful. Come here and take it."

Cecelia Archer felt she had no dignity left. It was as if Mrs. Vaughn had torn her face off, thrown it on the ground, and stomped on it until it was unrecognizable.

’Things are already this bad, how much worse could they get? I don’t want to start a fight with Mrs. Vaughn.’

She took a step forward, leaned down, and slightly opened her mouth.

But she had underestimated Mrs. Vaughn’s determination to torment her. Just as the goose meat reached her lips, Mrs. Vaughn’s hand "trembled," and the piece of meat didn’t go into her mouth. Instead, it fell onto her clothes.

Cecelia Archer instinctively straightened up. The piece of meat slid down her dress onto her leg, then rolled down her calf to her shoe before falling to the floor.

The dress was a pure white cotton one that Mrs. Vaughn had helped her buy yesterday. Cecelia had paired it with white socks and small black leather shoes.

With that one "shake," her white dress and white socks were instantly stained with a trail of sauce, turning her into a dirty joke.

Cecelia knew she had done it on purpose. She wasn’t angry. She glanced at her dress, then looked calmly back at Mrs. Vaughn.

Mrs. Vaughn actually had the nerve to look annoyed.

"How can you be so clumsy? You can’t even catch a piece of food I’m feeding you? This new dress I just bought you cost me so much money... Ugh, that’s enough. Just go stand over there. You’re so annoying to look at!"

’It’s not like I spent a dime of my own money on it anyway. If the dress is ruined, it’s ruined.’ Back in the car, Cecelia Archer’s mood was completely unaffected. She calmly started playing on her phone.

The driver was startled to see her come out at this time, especially with her clothes in such a state.

"Young Madam, aren’t you eating? Your clothes..."

"It’s fine. I’m not hungry. You can go back to what you were doing. Don’t worry about me."

The house was bustling with noise. Through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, she could see everyone toasting and drinking. It looked like the party would go on for a long time.

The driver asked cautiously, "Should I take you back to change your clothes first? It seems Madam will be a while longer."

Cecelia didn’t want him to get dragged into this and be scolded for no reason.

"I said I’m fine. Just do your thing."

The driver sheepishly turned back around. Sitting in the driver’s seat, he secretly sent a message to Damien Vaughn.

"This morning, I took the Young Madam to get the Bell family’s dog washed and vaccinated. We were running around for three hours. The Young Madam is back in the car now."

"It seems she hasn’t eaten, and her clothes are dirty."

Damien Vaughn was eating lunch in his office. When he saw the messages, his brow furrowed.

"Where’s my mother?"

"She’s eating."

"Did the Young Madam argue with her?"

"Madam wouldn’t let me go inside, so I don’t know what exactly happened."

"What’s the Young Madam’s mood right now?"

"She’s on her phone. I can’t really tell, but I think it’s pretty good."

Damien Vaughn: "..."

After more than two hours in the car, Mrs. Vaughn finally sauntered out.

Everyone was surprised she was leaving so soon. They held onto her, reluctant to let her go, and it took a long round of pleasantries before they finally let her get in the car.

As soon as she was settled, Cecelia put away her phone and looked at her, her face calm. ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm

"Mrs. Vaughn, we need to talk."

The car drove away from the Bell family’s house. The driver found a shady spot, parked, and got out. With the two of them sitting in the car, Cecelia got straight to the point.

"I know you don’t like me, and I don’t expect you to. I just want to know what it is you’re trying to do. Mrs. Vaughn, you can actually just be direct with me. I’m not the type of person to cling shamelessly. As long as you give me a clear order, I will do absolutely anything within my power to follow your wishes." freewebnøvel.com

Mrs. Vaughn hadn’t expected that one meal would make her suddenly see everything so clearly. It felt like Cecelia was about to have a showdown with her.

She wanted a showdown too, but she wasn’t about to trust Cecelia Archer so easily.

’What if she has an ace up her sleeve? If I show my hand now, won’t I be falling right into her trap?’

Looking into her eyes, Mrs. Vaughn gave an innocent shrug.

"Why are you suddenly speaking to me like this? Did I do something to upset you? Cecelia, haven’t I been good to you?"

’There’s no one else here. After everything she’s done, she’s still pretending? Is there any point?’

Cecelia set her phone aside. Spreading her hands in a gesture of openness, she spoke with complete sincerity.

"You don’t need to be so wary of me, Mrs. Vaughn. I’m not as greedy as you think, nor am I that fond of staying in your Vaughn Family... Let’s not talk about the past. I’ll give you my word right now, Mrs. Vaughn. When we get back, I’ll take my daughter and leave. You will never see me again."