The Seventh Miserable Bride novel Chapter 107

The atmosphere in the teahouse was rather gloomy. Thinking of her miserable past, Claudine Tucker was so furious that she could no longer control her anger.

Mila Zordon picked up the porcelain cup in front of her, took a sip and said, "I don't know what was your purpose for approaching my daughter in law, but I have to warn you, don't you ever have any funny thoughts on her. My son has a good relationship with his wife and no one can easily separate them."

"Good? Haha, it's ridiculous. What's the point of having a good relationship? I'm close to Titus Simons too, but so what? It's all ruined by some ill-natured people."

"Do you still think that Titus loved you? Let me tell you something that might hurt you. He has never loved you, not even for one second. When I accepted his love, I suffered a painful struggle too. After all, love can't be escaped just you want and on the other hand, you are my good sister."

"Did you mean that you felt guilty for me before? If you really have a conscience like what you said, how could you cheat on me with my fiance behind my back? You were already five months pregnant when you got married. Who were you trying to infuriate?"

Mila put down the teacup that was in her hand and let out a faint sigh, "It seems that we can't communicate anymore. I won't ask you out again in the future. I believe that you wouldn't want to see me either. That's it, let's live our own lives and never meet again."

"I'm afraid that it won't be as you wish. I have a feeling that soon, your life would become very interesting."

Claudine's lips curled into a mocking smile. She picked up the bag and walked away as she raised her head up proudly.

After returning home, Mila felt depressed. She went back to her room to rest, and did not go downstairs for dinner. Yasmine Taylor came to Mila's room, knocked on the door, and pushed the door open after receiving Mila's permission.

"Mom, are you not feeling well? Why are you resting so early at this hour?"

She sat beside Mila's bed and asked with a concerned voice.

Mila shook her head and said, "I'm alright. It's probably because of my inveterate ailment. I'll be fine after a short nap."

"Do you want something to eat? I'll make it for you."

"I'm not craving for anything. Don't worry about me. You should eat more, you don't look too well lately."

"Well, I'm fine, too. Don't worry."

"Where is my husband?"

"Dad has gone out in the afternoon and hasn't come back yet. Do you want me to call him?"

"No, just ask him to come upstairs when he comes back." "Okay."

Yasmine nodded slightly. She covered Mila with the blanket then quietly went out of the room and closed the door.

When she was downstairs, Tiffany Simons asked, "Yasmine, what happened to Mom?"

"She said she's not feeling too well."

"I'll go and have a look."

"Hey, don't go. Mom just fell asleep."

Yasmine held Tiffany's arm and looked a little worried. "She hasn't had dinner yet. Won't she be hungry later tonight?"

"Of course she will. Yasmine, since you know how to cook, why not you just make some oatmeal for Mom? That is her favorite."

"But she said that she didn't want to eat anything."

"Maybe she would want to eat it later, right?. When Dad comes back, he will tell her some jokes and give her a massage, then she will feel like eating it."

Yasmine thought for a moment and said, "Okay."

She walked towards the kitchen, quickly put on the apron and started cooking some oatmeal porridge. Tiffany looked at her with an envious look and said, "Yasmine, no wonder Mom is so fond of you. You are so competent. There's nothing that you can't do. Fortunately, I don't need to please my husband's mother, otherwise, I will be living a miserable life."

"Women don't really need to know anything, but knowing how to cook is a must. Not just to please your husband's parents but knowing how to cook is actually a good way to grasp a man's heart. Isn't there a saying that says, the way to a man's heart is through his stomach?

Tiffany frowned and said, "That's true. Oh, no, I know nothing about cooking. How can I grasp Fynn's heart then?"

"It's okay. I can teach you whenever I'm free."

"That's great!" Tiffany cheered.

"Don't be too happy too early. There is a lot to learn about cooking. If you don't have patience and perseverance, it's will be very difficult."

"Don't worry, Yasmine. If it's for my Fynn, I would climb the highest mountain or swim the deepest ocean for him. I will not even hesitate one bit."

"Good, as long as you have this spirit, nothing will be too difficult for you."

Yasmine patted Tiffany on the shoulder and turned around to continue to cook.

Before the porridge was ready, Old Master Simons had come back. Yasmine rushed to the living room and said in a hurry, "Dad, you're finally back."

"What's wrong?"

Titus Simons raised his eyebrows in confusion.

"Mom is feeling a little unwell, and she hadn't eaten dinner. She is now sleeping upstairs."

"Is it her inveterate ailment again?"

"I think so. Please go and have a look at her. I'm making some porridge for her. I'll get it ready and bring it to her later." "Okay."

Titus nodded and hurriedly went upstairs.

"Come in."

Titus replied.

"Mom, I've made you a bowl of oatmeal. Have some while it's still warm."

As soon as she walked to the bedside, Yasmine was shocked. Mila was sitting there with tears in her eyes. She quickly handed over her handkerchief to her and said, "Mom, don't cry. We can work everything out."

Sebastian followed Yasmine into the room and asked his father in a low voice, "What happened?"

"Nothing happened."

Titus shook his head angrily.

Sebastian walked towards his mother and asked, "Mom, what happened?"

"Ask him. He thought that I didn't know why he had been coming home late lately. I knew it clearly in my heart!"

Yasmine's heart skipped a beat. She thought to herself, could it be that Titus really had an affair at such an old age?

"Why can't you just understand what I've said? I was only having a few drinks with a few of my old friends who had just come back from abroad."

"Drink? You never drink, so why have you started drinking now? Do you really think that I am an idiot?" Mila angrily picked up a pillow and threw it at Titus, it hit just right on Titus' face, and smashed his glasses which were resting on the bridge of his nose.

Yasmine had never seen such a scene before. She was scared and so dumbfounded that for a short while, she did not know what to say.

"You're being unreasonable!"

Titus stamped his foot in annoyance. He picked up the pillow on the ground and went out of the room. He muttered as he walked out, "I'll sleep in the guest room tonight. You can do whatever you like!"

As soon as he left, Mila began to cry like a baby. Yasmine quickly comforted her and said, "Mom, it's fine. Isn't it normal for a couple to quarrel? Dad loves you so much, he won't do anything that would upset you."

"Yasmine, what do you know? This man seems like he loves me and cares for me, but in fact, he just wants to atone for his betrayal. No matter how honest a man is, he will cheat anyway. Titus is the best example."

Yasmine was a little surprised. "He wouldn't have done such a thing, would he?"

"Why wouldn't he? I know him better than you, isn't it? No man can be trusted. I won't even speak up for my son. Yasmine, you have to keep an eye on him. Once he's gone wild, it won't be easy to control him"

Sebastian, who was silent on the side, could not stand it any longer. He glared at his mother and said, "Mom, why do you think your husband's behavior has something to do with me? Are you jealous that I have a good relationship with my wife?"

"I'm just speaking the truth."

Mila wiped her tears and said to Yasmine again, "Believe in me. Men are trash. One year after Sebastian was in college, he followed his father to have dinner with his client. That night, he slept with a bar girl after he was drunk."