She wouldn’t let her call her "Mom," wouldn’t let Candy call her "Grandma," and even sent Candy away so she could speak with her alone.
Cecelia Archer didn’t need to be a genius to guess what she was planning.
After so many years away from the Vaughn family, the woman returned the moment Cecelia set foot in the door. It was as if she was terrified Cecelia might actually marry into the family.
’Then again, it made sense.’
’Any matriarch of a wealthy family would feel the same way.’
She had no money, no degree, no family connections, and no influential background. All she had was a child—baggage that even an ordinary, working-class man would find hard to accept, let alone the Vaughns.
Cecelia Archer already knew how this would end and had prepared herself to face it calmly. She knelt to soothe Candy.
"Mommy has something to talk about. Candy, be a good girl and go play with Grandma King for a little while, okay? I’ll come find you outside when we’re done."
Candy hugged her neck, looking uneasy.
"Is everything going to be okay? I have a feeling she’s a little mean. Mommy, who is she?"
It wouldn’t do to call someone mean to their face, so Cecelia Archer quickly tapped her on the nose.
"Don’t talk nonsense. Are you not going to be a good girl for Mommy? Are you not going to listen to me?"
Fine. Candy didn’t want to make her mother angry, so she had no choice but to go outside with Ms. King.
Cecelia Archer sat down respectfully on the sofa opposite her.
"Ma’am, I didn’t know you were coming back. I’m so sorry I wasn’t able to meet you at the airport."
’Hmph. Meet me at the airport? Are we that close?’
Mrs. Vaughn rolled her eyes in disdain.
"Spare me the pleasantries. I didn’t come all this way back from the USA for any other reason. I came back for you."
"Cecelia Archer. I heard you started dating Damien many years ago. And that you secretly had his child behind his back. That little girl... she’s Damien’s biological daughter, isn’t she?"
Cecelia Archer: "..."
’Heard? From whom? The old master?’
’From her tone, can I tell if she believes it or not? Should I say yes, or should I say no?’
’If I say yes, what happens if Damien decides to marry Gwen Morgan one day?’
’But if I say no, how do I explain the current situation between me and Damien?’
"Ma’am, please be direct. What is it you really want to ask me?"
Not knowing how to answer, Cecelia Archer could only use a little conversational trick to deflect the question.
’Dishonest.’
’Just as I thought. She’s not as innocent as she looks. She’s barely said a few sentences and she’s already showing her true colors.’
Mrs. Vaughn snorted inwardly. ’Oh, Damien, Damien. How can you be so blind? How can you not see she’s just a scheming pretender?’
"You know perfectly well what I want to say. Miss Archer, I don’t care how you’ve managed to fool Damien and the old master, but we’re both women. I know exactly what’s going on in that little head of yours, so don’t even think about fooling me. I..."
But Mrs. Vaughn had barely gotten into position, just starting the tirade she had prepared for Cecelia Archer, when the old master returned.
The moment Mrs. Vaughn had walked through the door, Ms. King had called the old master to report her arrival.
His eldest daughter-in-law hadn’t been back in over a decade. The old master was so thrilled that he immediately bid his old friends farewell.
He walked in and saw his daughter-in-law sitting on the sofa from a distance. She was still as young and beautiful as she was all those years ago. Overcome with emotion, his eyes instantly welled up.
"Jessica? You’re back? Why didn’t you give us a heads-up? I would have picked you up. It’s been over ten years... Oh..."


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