A Wedding Night Gone Terribly Wrong novel Chapter 300

Ungrateful brats! Selfish, rotten little monsters!

The moment Albert ushered the girls out the door for school, Eleanor violently scraped the cold fried rice into the garbage can.

She was seething.

She immediately dialed Quentin’s number.

Two minutes later, Quentin trudged downstairs, his hair a mess.

"What's wrong now?" he sighed, closing his mother's bedroom door behind him. Being summoned by his mother never meant anything good. He just prayed Shelly hadn't overheard; he was planning to come clean to Winifred tonight, then smooth things over with Shelly so he could convince her to mortgage the condo he’d bought her brother, along with her parents’ cramped apartment, for a loan.

Eleanor wiped her tears and ranted about the breakfast disaster.

When she finally ran out of breath, she fixed him with a piercing glare. "Did you call Winifred and tell her to come home yet?"

It took Quentin a second to realize what was happening. The chaos of running the household was finally breaking his mother. She was desperate for Winifred to come back and take over the burdens she had once carried so effortlessly.

He understood. With Winifred running things, the house had never fallen into this kind of anarchy.

"I haven't called her yet," he admitted.

Eleanor threw her hands up in frustration. "Why not?! Your clinic is struggling, and we are housing a bunch of freeloaders who do nothing but eat and complain! This house is falling apart!"

"I'm meeting her tonight," Quentin said, a glimmer of hope in his eyes.

Eleanor let out a massive sigh of relief.

"Good. Bring her and the kids straight home after."

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