The Triplets My Ex Never Knew About

Chapter 63: Chapter 63: Zachery Teaches the White Lotus a Lesson

Christian’s expression cracked slightly, and he gently pursed his lips—’He had thought of every countermeasure, but he never expected Zachery to know calligraphy when he didn’t...’

Just then, Zachery pushed the door open and said very politely, "Aunt Yara, Chapman is looking for you."

When Estelle saw ’Christian’ arrive, she didn’t suspect a thing and walked to the door.

Zachery seized the opportunity to dart inside, grab the calligraphy brush, and start writing on the rice paper. SWISH SWISH SWISH. As soon as he was done, he stuffed the brush back into Christian’s hand.

"Young Master, don’t blow our cover. I’m going to use your identity to pull something big in a bit!"

The words had barely left his mouth when Estelle returned, looking a little confused. "Chapman wasn’t looking for me?"

Zachery immediately said, "Then I must have misheard."

Estelle didn’t doubt a five-year-old child. She walked back to the desk and was surprised to find that the rice paper, which had been blank just a moment ago, was now covered in writing.

"Zachery... did you just write this?"

Zachery quickly shot Christian a look. Christian, still holding the brush, mumbled, "Mmm..."

"Your calligraphy has improved, but Mommy asked you to practice to calm your mind. This can’t happen again."

Christian was quick to admit his mistake. "I’m sorry, Mommy."

Estelle figured Zachery must have found calligraphy boring and decided to scribble all over the page. She sighed in resignation. "Seeing as you’re not in the mood to practice anymore, let’s just stop for today. Mommy is going back to her room to get some work done. You two be good."

Zachery nodded eagerly.

As soon as Estelle left, Zachery immediately shut the door and grinned mysteriously. "Young Master, come on, I have a plan to teach Noelle Lockwood a lesson. You in?"

Christian nodded. "I am."

Zachery cleared his throat. "Okay, but this plan might cost you a little bit of your reputation... like, just a *teeny-tiny* bit!"

’Just a teeny-tiny bit of my reputation?’ Christian thought for a moment. He wasn’t the type to care about his image anyway. "Alright, Zachery. From now on, you’re me. You can do whatever you think is best."

’Zachery’s eyes darted around. He felt a pang of guilt, wondering if the Young Master would beat him up later... Ah, forget it! The Young Master is only five years old. What’s wrong with a five-year-old kid causing a little trouble?’

...

「Half an hour later.」 freёwebnovel.com

Estelle finished her work and came downstairs, where she heard Noelle Lockwood’s voice coming from the kitchen.

"I can handle it. This is the soup Christian wants to drink. Of course, I have to make it myself. How could I possibly trouble anyone else?"

"Yes, Christian wanted some, so I came over to make it for him."

"Pear soup is a common dish, anyone can make it. But Christian only likes the way I make it. As parents, we should naturally fulfill our children’s wishes."

Estelle’s eyes darkened slightly. ’Didn’t Nathaniel Sloan tell Noelle Lockwood to get lost? Why is she here again?’

A maid in the kitchen praised her, "Miss Noelle, you’re so good to the Young Master."

Noelle Lockwood smiled gently, then feigned a look of sorrow. "He is my son, after all. It’s just that... we’ve grown distant compared to before. It’s probably because I don’t live at Imperial Crest. He’s only five, so if he doesn’t see me, he gradually forgets."

Just as the maid was about to offer some comfort, Noelle Lockwood forced a brave smile.

"There, there, what’s the use of talking about all this? I’m already content that Christian remembered me and asked me to make him soup."

Hearing this made Laura Jennings’s heart ache even more. ’Why can’t Noelle Lockwood live at Imperial Crest? Isn’t it all because of that homewrecker!’

Just then, they heard footsteps. Noelle Lockwood put on a smile. "Miss Yara, is there something you need in the kitchen? My apologies, I’m just making some soup for Christian."

Estelle narrowed her eyes. ’Noelle Lockwood is making soup for Christian?’

She glanced at Laura Jennings, then looked back at Noelle Lockwood, raising an eyebrow. "Trying to make another bowl of soup that gives Christian an allergic reaction?"

’Noelle Lockwood seethed with resentment. How dare Yara bring that up! She had been kicked out by Nathaniel precisely because she’d given Christian a bowl of celery soup!’

On the surface, however, she feigned helplessness. "Miss Yara, I already explained this to you last time. It was truly an accident. I’m Christian’s mother, how could I possibly harm him and give him an allergic reaction on purpose? This time, Christian himself asked me to stay. If you don’t believe me, just go and ask him."

"Aunt Yara, it’s true. I’m the one who asked her to stay," a voice called out.

Estelle turned to see ’Christian’ standing at the kitchen doorway, though she hadn’t noticed him arrive.

For some reason, when she heard Christian’s words, a faint, almost imperceptible sadness surfaced in her heart.

She didn’t even know where this sadness was coming from.

’Is it because... Christian relies on Noelle Lockwood? That makes sense. Noelle Lockwood is his biological mother, after all. Strange, why am I feeling jealous over this?’

However, this thought had barely surfaced for a second before she saw ’Christian’ blinking frantically at her.

His eyes were practically screaming the three words: ’Watch me perform.’

Estelle fell silent for a moment. ’Why do I get the feeling... that the Young Master has been corrupted by Zachery? Zachery always makes this exact face right before he does something mischievous!’

Noelle Lockwood, of course, didn’t notice this. Her voice was filled with unrestrained smugness. "Did you hear that, Miss Yara? I know you hate me, but this is what Christian wants, after all."

Estelle shot her a glance.

Zachery had already spoken up. "Aunt Noelle, is the pear soup ready?"

Noelle Lockwood was eager to show off, intentionally making her voice sound gentle.

"Of course it is, Christian. Come and have a taste."

A bowl of pear soup was placed in front of Zachery.

’Zachery pursed his lips. He had already asked the Young Master earlier—the boy didn’t like pear soup at all.’

’Noelle Lockwood’s claim that Christian loved pear soup was just to play up her own "hard work and dedication."’

At that moment, Nathaniel Sloan was also walking slowly down from the second floor.

’Noelle Lockwood knew this was the perfect opportunity. As long as Christian said he liked the soup, she could add a few more pleasantries, and Nathaniel would surely let her stay!’

’As for whether Christian Sloan actually liked pear soup? A flash of contempt crossed Noelle Lockwood’s eyes. That little bastard never dared to say much, nor did he ever refuse someone’s "kindness."’

At this thought, Noelle Lockwood softened her voice. "Christian, hurry and try it. I put a lot of effort into this soup. If you don’t like it, I’ll make you another bowl."

Zachery spotted Nathaniel Sloan right away. ’So the scum dad is here,’ he thought. ’No wonder she’s acting so sweet.’

He lowered his head and took a sip of the soup.

Noelle Lockwood’s smile widened, and Laura Jennings added with satisfaction, "Nathaniel, no matter what, Noelle is Christian’s biological mother. You see, Christian likes the soup she makes too..."

"PTUI!!" Before she could finish, Zachery suddenly bent over and sprayed a mouthful of soup everywhere!

"What is this? It’s disgusting! Aunt Noelle, did you come all this way just to make this stuff for me?"

...

The scene was plunged into a dead silence.

Noelle Lockwood couldn’t believe it, thinking she must have misheard. "Christian, you... you..."

Zachery slammed the bowl down. "What about me? Aunt Noelle, Daddy kicked you out. You came here claiming I liked pear soup and that you wanted to make it for me, and I was actually touched for a second. But now I see you were just looking for a chance to get close to my daddy. You don’t care about me at all."