My Child and I Married a Billionaire novel Chapter 134

Chapter 134: Chapter 134: Come, Sit on My Lap

People who have lived life at the bottom of society experience and witness so much suffering that they’re naturally more empathetic than those who are perched high above.

Cecelia Archer was grateful for Ms. King’s warning, but...

"I understand, Ms. King. Let’s start bringing out the dishes."

As they carried the dishes out, they found that the workday was over and the men had returned. They were gathered around the sofa, chatting with Mrs. Vaughn, whom they hadn’t seen in ages.

Damien Vaughn was back too.

As instructed, the driver had taken Cecelia Archer to the supermarket before calling Damien to report her movements. That was how he learned his mother was back in the country.

He worried his mother would meddle and find fault with the daughter-in-law who had appeared out of nowhere, so he immediately dropped everything at work and rushed back.

When he walked in, he saw Candy playing happily with his grandfather. He saw his mother, whom he hadn’t seen in ages. But he didn’t see Cecelia Archer anywhere.

He was just about to go look for her when his second aunt pulled him over to his mother’s side.

His mother had visited him frequently when he was in graduate school abroad. To be honest, it had only been three or four years since they’d last met. He didn’t miss her.

On the contrary, his mother was too young, too self-centered. She’d hardly fulfilled her maternal duties when he was growing up, yet now that he was an adult, she was always trying to impose her views on him. Damien Vaughn deeply resented it.

But in front of his second and third aunts, he didn’t want to embarrass his mother.

As he listened to them talk, his mind elsewhere, he saw Cecelia Archer emerge from the kitchen carrying a dish and walk over to the dining table.

Damien Vaughn felt a pang of frustration. ’No wonder I didn’t see her when I got back. Why did she go to the kitchen?’

"Cecelia."

His second aunt was leaning past him to speak with Mrs. Vaughn when Damien suddenly frowned and stood up.

"Mom’s back. Why are you in the kitchen instead of out here with her?"

’Mom?’

Cecelia Archer set the dish down, her expression complex as she looked back.

Before she could speak, his second aunt interjected with a smile.

"It’s precisely because your mother is back that Cecelia wanted to show her devotion by cooking herself! Damien, you really found a good wife—look how capable she is. None of us from our generation can even step into a kitchen, but Cecelia can. She’s even personally making lotus root meatballs for your mother."

’They had a whole crowd of people sitting around chatting, and they made *her* go cook lotus root meatballs? Did the Vaughn family not have any maids? No chefs? At the very least, couldn’t they have ordered from a restaurant? Did Damien Vaughn’s wife need to be doing this kind of thing?’

Damien Vaughn certainly didn’t want Cecelia to be saddled with the "dutiful wife" label.

’She’d suffered more than enough growing up. This kind of nonsense, used to brainwash women into willingly taking on more household chores, was not going to befall her!’

’Even he, a man, could see it clearly. How could someone as smart as her fall for their trap?’

Still, what was done was done, and it was all for his mother, so Damien couldn’t say much more.

"That’s enough. Go take a break. Let Ms. King handle the rest. Come here."

As he spoke, he reached a hand out to Cecelia, wanting her to come over and rest.

Hearing that her son was hopelessly bewitched by a vixen was one thing. Seeing it with her own eyes was something else entirely.

Mrs. Vaughn wanted to remain composed, but she couldn’t contain her anger.

She shot to her feet.

"What’s the point of coming over here? Since the food is ready, let’s all go to the table and eat. I’m hungry. Let’s go."

The whole group moved over to the dining table and sat down in their respective seats.

Cecelia helped Ms. King bring out the last two dishes. When she saw the empty seat to Damien’s left, she figured it was for her. But just as she was about to sit, Mrs. Vaughn suddenly called her name.

"Gwen Morgan is at the door. Cecelia, go let her in."

’Gwen Morgan?’

’It’s Mrs. Vaughn’s first day back, and this is a family gathering. Why would Gwen Morgan be here?’

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