Madam Escaped Again Sir novel Chapter 227

Tina felt her heart sinking—she had no idea why Rose would pose her such a question. “Y-Yeah...” She forced a smile.

A thoughtful smile surfaced on Rose’s lips. “That’s odd. Toby told me that the both of you used to be pen-pals and that the both of you knew each other’s preferences and interests. Yet, you’re telling me that you don’t know what Toby’s favorite flower is. Are you sure you’re his pen-pal?”

Tina’s pupils shrank as she immediately lowered her gaze to conceal the panic and uneasiness in her eyes. “Of course. However, the six-year period I spent being in a coma really affected many parts of my memory—Toby knows about this as well.” She tried her best to remain calm and firm as she spoke. In some ways, Tina had tied the situation back to Toby, as if to show

Rose that Toby wasn’t bothered by her memory loss. In that case, Rose wouldn’t be able to hang on to this matter even if she still suspected Tina.

“Is that so?” Rose raised her head a little. It wasn’t clear if she trusted Tina’s words. At that moment, someone threw the door open with great force. Jean stormed in while cursing, and Rose’s expression darkened instantly. “What’s with all the fuss? Don’t you know this is a hospital?” Rose barked.

When Jean realized that Rose was in the room, all hints of hatred and anger disappeared from her face as she put on a smile. “I just forgot about it for a moment, Mom.”

“Hmph. You’ve been in the Fuller Family for tens of years now, yet you’re still as loud and rough as ever. You haven’t improved at all,” Rose uttered angrily. Although Jean wasn’t pleased to hear this, she didn’t have the guts to go against

Rose.

“Madam White,” Tina greeted with a smile.

“Ah, you’re here too, Tina.” Jean looked more pleased when she saw Tina around.

“Yeah. Toby got into such a huge accident—of course I have to pay him a visit. I’m his fiancee, after all. My parents would’ve dropped by if they hadn’t been too occupied with work,” Tina said with a faint smile as she ran her fingers through her hair.

Jean walked over and sat down next to Tina before she patted the younger woman’s hand gently. “You’re a good girl. Toby’s lucky to have you around,” Jean uttered. She was thoroughly satisfied with Tina.

“Madam White...” Tina’s cheeks were flushed as she lowered her head bashfully.

Rose sniggered when she saw this. “Luck? I don’t think so. I just pray that she doesn’t ruin the whole Fuller Family with her presence.”

Upon hearing this comment, Tina’s expression stiffened. She could no longer put on a bashful look—her gaze was filled with hatred instead. This old hag just loves to pick on me, huh. Even Jean seemed rather displeased. “Tina’s the fiancee Toby chose for himself, Mom. I don’t think it’s nice of you to say that.”

“What’s wrong with what I said? It’s the truth, isn’t it? Everyone knows about what happened at the Southfield Family’s party last night;

everyone knows that your son’s fiancee is more than a simple woman. She’s going to deal with you once she officially turns into Toby’s wife,” Rose uttered in a sharp and mocking tone.

“You’re too much, Mom. How could Tina possibly do that to me? Am I right, Tina?” Jean sounded rather uncertain as she turned to look at the younger woman beside her.

Tina nodded hastily. “Don’t worry, Madam White. You’re Toby’s mother and someone I respect; I would never do such a thing to you.”

“Did you hear that?” Any uncertainty that Jean had felt earlier was thrown to the back of her mind as she shot Rose a gloating smirk.

What a dumb b*tch, Rose thought in her head. Rose couldn’t be bothered to interact with the both of them anymore.

“By the way, Madam White, what’s up with your clothes? Why are they so damp and wrinkled?” Tina ran her fingers across Jean’s sleeve as she spoke.

Jean’s face turned sour immediately. “It’s all because of Sonia, that b*tch. She splashed water

all over me! I swear, if—"

“You went to see Sonia?” Rose smacked her hand on the bedside table as she interrupted Jean’s words.

Jean’s eyes roamed the room to avoid Rose’s gaze. I..."