My Child and I Married a Billionaire

Chapter 170: Chapter 170: A Country Bumpkin in the Grand View Garden

"Right, call Damien and have him come back!"

Chloe King had a good impression of Damien Vaughn. She felt he wasn’t a petty person.

If he came back and found out his mom was doing this behind his back, he would definitely take Cecelia’s side. Maybe there was still a chance for him and Cecelia.

Chloe King quickly raised her hand in agreement, but Mrs. Vaughn disagreed.

"Damien has work at the company; he’s away on a business trip. Even if he weren’t, we can’t have him dropping his work every day over these romantic squabbles, can we? Dad, we’re a combined hundred-plus years old. If we can’t even handle a small matter like this and have to call Damien back, wouldn’t we be a laughingstock?"

Indeed. For a grown man to run home over such a trivial matter would be quite ridiculous. The old man dismissed the thought.

"There were no problems to begin with. Damien and Cecelia were getting along just fine. How come there are so many issues the moment you come back?"

He gave Mrs. Vaughn a reproachful look.

"If you’re so worried about troubling Damien, then just drop this matter. It’s all our family’s property anyway, so what does it matter whose name it’s under? Haven’t you already taken one property back? Just leave the other one alone. Let’s consider this matter closed."

Mrs. Vaughn was speechless.

Just as she was about to argue further with the old man, her phone rang.

She pulled it out irritably, ready to decline the call, but the screen showed it was someone from the real estate company.

She stepped aside to answer it.

The person from the real estate company told her, "Ma’am, that woman, Cecelia Archer, brought another property deed over, but it’s been torn in two. Even if it’s taped together, it can’t be used. It will take half a month to get a replacement certificate. What do you think, can we postpone for half a month?"

’What? Cecelia brought the deed over? But it’s torn? Then what was the point of bringing it! Was she just putting on a show for me?’

’I really underestimated her family. They’re full of tricks!’

The thought of being schemed against by a family of common rabble made Mrs. Vaughn’s blood boil.

"No! Wait for me. I’ll handle this personally. It must be done today."

With that, Mrs. Vaughn ignored the old man and Chloe King, her face cold as she strode past them and out of the main hall.

Chloe King watched her storm off and shook her head at the old man.

"I was actually quite in favor of Cecelia and Damien’s marriage, but now... no wonder Cecelia wants her own house. Grandpa, look at her. Could anyone have a peaceful life living with a mother-in-law like that?"

"I’m not trying to bad-mouth her, but she’s so condescending and overbearing."

The old man looked at Chloe King. Although she was loud and her methods were unrefined...

...her straightforward, what-you-see-is-what-you-get attitude was quite likable.

"That’s just her temper; she was spoiled since she was little. Candy is already so big, how could Damien and Cecelia just break up like that? All right, all right, that’s enough talk. Let’s not add to their troubles."

"Okay then, I’ll listen to you. I can tell you’re a reasonable and good elder. With you backing Cecelia up, I feel much more relieved."

Chloe King said with a grin, playing along with the old man.

"Who was she just talking to on the phone? Did she go to deal with our house? Grandpa, you have to help us with this. Cecelia already cried over the house yesterday. If she finds out it’s being taken away again today, she’ll definitely be angry with Damien!"

The old man remained as calm and composed as ever.

"I know, I’ll handle it. I’m going to have breakfast now. You haven’t eaten yet, have you? Would you like to join me for a bite?"

No matter how thick-skinned Chloe King was, she knew this was her cue to leave.

"Oh no, no, I got up early this morning to take the kids to school, so I’ve already eaten. I’ll be going then. Grandpa, you have to remember our situation!"

"I’ll remember, don’t worry. I always keep my word."

Chloe King got up with a beaming smile, ready to leave. But then her eyes swept across the dining table and landed on the bird’s nest soup.

"Oh, is that bird’s nest soup? I’ve seen it on TV, but this is the first time I’m seeing it in person. It looks so pretty. Um, since she’s gone out, I guess she’s not eating it? It would be a shame to let it get cold. How about I eat it before I go?"

Her antics made the old man chuckle, and he waved his hand dismissively.

"Go on, eat it. If you like it, you can take some home with you later."

Like Zhu Bajie devouring the ginseng fruit, Chloe King wolfed down the bird’s nest soup in a few gulps.

"Delicious. Delicious."

The old man called Ms. King in. "Is there any more bird’s nest soup in the house? Pack some for her to take home."

"What else do you like? Deer antler? Ginseng? Just pick whatever you like. Pack some of whatever we have for her to take home."

Ms. King looked at Chloe King’s beaming face, truly impressed by her nerve.

"Yes. Sister-in-law, why don’t you come with me? I’m not sure what you like, so you can pick it out yourself."

Chloe King cheerfully followed Ms. King to the kitchen and soon emerged with a large bag of goodies.

"A rich family really is something else. So many nice things, and they’re all so beautiful. I love them all, hehe. My mother has lived a long life but has never seen things like this. I’ll take some back for her to try. Grandpa, you won’t laugh at me, will you?"

"How could I? It’s rare to see such filial piety."

"Then I’ll be going, Grandpa. I’ll come visit you again when I have time."

Mrs. Vaughn drove herself, speeding to the real estate company like the wind.

She pushed open the door to the waiting room, where Cecelia Archer and a staff member were sitting and waiting for her.

After shooting Cecelia a dissatisfied glance, she spoke directly to the staff member.

"Which department handles the certificates? I’ll go have a word myself and tell them to rush it for you. Let’s go."

That would certainly speed things up, so the staff member was about to go with her.

"Miss Archer, please don’t leave just yet. We’ll be back soon. The name on this deed is your brother’s, so he’ll have to be here in person to process it. Could you please call him and ask him to come over with his ID?"

Cecelia didn’t really care about the house.

The fact that she had brought the deed over meant she didn’t cherish it at all.

She took out her phone, ready to call her brother, when suddenly, the door was pushed open again.

The sales department manager rushed in.

"Ma’am, the old master just called..."

He glanced at Cecelia Archer, then at Mrs. Vaughn, looking troubled.

Mrs. Vaughn knew the old man would interfere recklessly. "What did he say?" she asked, displeased.

"He told us not to process your and Miss Archer’s transaction."

The fury Mrs. Vaughn had been bottling up finally reached its peak.

With a THUD, she slammed her Hermès bag onto the floor.

"And what if I insist on processing it?"

The manager and the staff member flinched in fear. "We’re just following orders, Ma’am. Please don’t make things difficult for us."

Having been an employee herself, Cecelia knew how hard it was for working people. She didn’t want to make things difficult for them, nor did she want to see Mrs. Vaughn get so worked up over a single house.

"It’s all right, let’s proceed. If the old master asks, I’ll explain it to him. Auntie, you should go."

As she spoke, she was about to call her brother again, but just then, Mrs. Vaughn’s phone rang.

She glanced at the screen and was so furious she nearly smashed her phone as well.

’One is putting on an act here, and the other is putting on an act for the old man. They’re ganging up to piss me off, aren’t they?’

’Fine. You’d better have the guts not to cry later!’