Blizzard, First Love and a Wife Who Finally Snaps novel Chapter 296

She winked at Isabel. "Or maybe I could have a daughter and we could set her up with your Edmund."

Edmund looked horrified, nearly dropping his polite facade. "No thank you, Auntie..."

"What, my daughter isn't good enough for you?" Evelyn pinched his cheek. "I don't know if she'd be a genius, but she'd definitely be as beautiful as me. You're not happy with that?"

Isabel slapped her hand away. "Stop it. We all saw what was happening at the wedding, you even gossiped with me about it. Why are you teasing him?"

Evelyn had almost forgotten. She quickly turned to Amanda and said, "He has a sweetheart, a princess from Celvaria. She’s like Elsa from that movie, inhumanly beautiful. A little doll like that... I want one too."

Amanda’s interest was instantly piqued. "She's that beautiful? Well, don't lose hope. Your daughter would be mixed-race; she might look just like a doll, too."

"Ladies," Isabel had to intervene. They had been talking about what to eat for their celebration, and somehow the topic had shifted to having daughters. "You have to get pregnant first, and you can't even be sure if it'll be a boy or a girl. Let's focus on the here and now. What are we actually having for dinner?"

Evelyn leaned closer to Isabel secretively.

Isabel knew exactly what she was going to say. "I'm not a fertility goddess. I'm a pharmaceutical researcher. I can't do that."

Evelyn looked at Edmund. Isabel pulled the boy behind her. "Don't drag my child into your schemes."

"I just want to have a daughter, how is that a crime? Isabel, you're being way too strict."

"Leave it to fate."

"Fine."

Evelyn gave up and dropped the subject.

In the end, they decided to have hot pot at home.

Luckily, the Ashford family had a large split pot, perfect for accommodating both mild and spicy preferences.

Miles had returned that day and joined in the fun.

Isabel casually asked him about Julian. He had just speared a meatball with his fork when it fell off.

Isabel frowned, and Miles quickly said, "No, no, Mr. Reed is fine. But don't ask me what he's doing, because I can't tell you. If you're really worried, just call him. If he won't tell you, then there's nothing I can do."

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