Chapter 61 The Family Dinner Test
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He didn’t want Adriana to go through this kind of humiliation. “So, you don’t need to go to this family dinner.”
“But Mr. Lincoln, if Ms. Xander doesn’t attend … the Lincolns won’t recognize her as your wife,” the driver, Tom Fuller, said nervously, trying to warn him.
In the end, Adriana decided she would attend the dinner.
She was Curtis’s highly paid wife, and if she couldn’t handle this, then being a high–society wife was clearly too easy a role.
“Curtis is back.”
As Curtis returned to the Lincoln Estate, relatives from the extended family arrived for the dinner, eager to watch and to make things difficult for Adriana in any way they could.
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They all spoke in the Harborton dialect, their voices clashing into a jumble that Adriana couldn’t understand.
But a woman’s instincts were sharp, and Adriana could feel the ridicule in their laughter.
Curtis held Adriana’s hand as they entered the old–fashioned courtyard and walked toward the main hall.
“Curtis, now that you’re inside, why are you still holding her hand? She has to walk that path herself,” an aunt from the extended family said, gesturing for him to go sit inside while Adriana entered the hall on her
own.
He ignored them completely and walked straight into the hall, still holding Adriana’s hand.
Before their marriage, he had already spoken to Harold. Adriana was timid; she couldn’t be intimidated. Harold had agreed, but now he was suddenly changing his mind. Clearly, someone had been whispering in his ear.
Since Matthew publicly announced that Adriana was his kept mistress, Harold had adopted a very negative view of her.
Harold was a very traditional man. In his eyes, a woman who had been someone else’s mistress was unacceptable.
So now he was openly displeased with Adriana.
She had guessed it–Matthew’s statement to the media had clearly done its job.
“Curtis, Jeremy is here too.” Sitting next to Harold was Jeremy Barton, Danielle’s grandfather,
Adriana instinctively moved closer behind Curtis, not daring to look around.
These were the heads of old, powerful families. Someone like her wouldn’t even catch their attention.
“Jeremy, this is my wife, Adriana,” Curtis said deliberately, introducing her.
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Jeremy’s expression darkened slightly as he set down his teacup and looked at Adriana.
She didn’t raise her head, but the man still paused when he saw her face.
He had always disliked Adriana. After all, Curtis was his most promising grandson–in–law.
But seeing her face clearly now, Jeremy was startled.
He looked at Adriana, his voice slightly hoarse. “Lift your head.”
She just obeyed and looked at Jeremy.
Although Jeremy was old, he still looked physically robust.
“H–how old are you?” Jeremy asked, visibly stirred, stepping closer for a better look.
Harold frowned, unsure what Jeremy meant.
“Twenty–three,” Adriana answered truthfully.
Jeremy’s shock deepened.
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age matches…
“Jeremy, is something wrong?” Curtis asked quietly, noticing the change.
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Jeremy shook his head, waving it off. “Nothing. It’s just … This girl reminds me of someone from long ago…
He didn’t probe further or make any sudden moves, just quietly sat back down, his expression subtly but clearly unsettled.
“Are you feeling alright?” Harold asked.
Jeremy waved him off. “Just old age … My eyes must be playing tricks on me.”
Seeing that Jeremy wasn’t really unwell, Harold spoke again. “Adriana, since you’re married to Curtis, during the term of your marriage, you are a member of the Lincolns.”
Adriana nodded.
“Go serve tea to the elders.”
Harold finished speaking, and a servant brought delicate cups for Adriana to hold. They filled the tiny cups with steaming hot tea.
The cups soon became too hot to hold comfortably.
Adriana endured, keeping them steady, neither spilling the tea nor dropping a cup.
She knew this was the Lincolns‘ so–called obedience test.
“Harold, please have some tea,” Adriana said, offering it first to Harold.
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