Atrophy of Love: Mr. Harris, Stop Fooling Around! novel Chapter 93

Everyone who was sneaking glances was now staring directly at Charles and Madam Jones.

Charles smiled and threw a glance at Madam Jones before saying, "Do you think I'm holding up Leah's marriage?"

"Of course!" Madam Jones had one hand on her waist. She raised her head a little and said without hesitation, "If Leah didn't like you and want to marry you, I'd have arranged some other marriage for her and married her off!"

Onlookers heard this and wanted to laugh. They sighed at how a family of scholars like the Lanes could raise a daughter like her. How could she speak and act without thinking?

"I'll have to apologize if I'm holding up Leah's marriage." Charles bent slightly and said, "You don't have to make Leah go through that. Just arrange a marriage for her, I won't stop you."

Madam Jones did not expect him to say that and was stunned. Then, she pointed at him with her finger for a long time until her face was red with anger. However, she said nothing.

"Mom, what are you doing here?" Leah wheeled her wheelchair to her side. The corners of her eyes were still red. It added some delicateness to her usual gentle temperament.

William stood at the back of the wheelchair, his brows furrowed while his eyes were filled with rage. He glared at Charles, clenched his fist, and said nothing.

"Justice for you!" Madam Jones began to grumble at Charles, and at the end of her speech, she said with a livid face, "He doesn't like you, so you're not marrying him. Let's go. I'll go back and find you a good match. He'll be sorry for it!"

She pushed William aside and wanted to push the wheelchair out of there.

Leah's hands clutched the wheels, so the wheelchair did not move. She sighed, her eyes full of helplessness. "Stop fooling around, Mom."

"Fooling around? You call this fooling around?" Madam Jones let go of the wheelchair and pointed at herself, full of grievance and anger. "Who am I doing this for?"

With a ghastly expression, Leah softly explained. "Don't be angry, Mom. I just think it’s Aunt Harris who’s throwing this birthday party for Sophia. It's not Charles's fault."

Charles stood aside, looking down at the glass in his hand as if all this had nothing to do with him.

"You haven't married him yet, and you're already defending him?" Madam Jones was furious. Her voice cracked a little because of the shrieking.

She turned to William and grasped his arm. Then, pointing at Leah, she said indignantly and angrily, "You be the judge, Will. Am I or am I not doing all this for her own good?!"

"Just be quiet, Mom." Glancing over the crowd of onlookers with a mixture of embarrassment and anger, William said in a very soft voice, "Have you forgotten what a mess you made after talking to Uncle James? Charles and Sophia indeed didn't..."

Madam Jones pushed him away but interrupted in a shrill voice. "All right, you two have grown up and become independent, so you won't listen to me anymore, is that right? I'll leave. I'll leave, all right?!"

With that, she did not look at the siblings again and angrily left them amid a crowd of onlookers.

William's brows twisted in a knot, but after only a couple of steps, he stopped and returned to Leah.

Leah looked at Madam Jones disappearing into the doorway and sighed slightly, her brows tinged with disappointment and sadness.