My Child and I Married a Billionaire novel Chapter 146

Chapter 146: Chapter 146: Report the Young Madam’s Whereabouts at Any Time

The Vaughn family didn’t have this custom, and Cecelia Archer never knew that people in wealthy households needed someone else to plate their food for them.

’Don’t you just help yourself to what you like? How am I supposed to know what everyone wants to eat?’

Cecelia Archer froze for a moment, caught off guard by Mrs. Vaughn’s sudden order.

When Mrs. Vaughn saw her just standing there, her tone sharpened.

"Can’t you hear me? What are you standing there for?"

Cecelia was mortified to be scolded like an idiot in front of so many people, but she answered truthfully anyway.

"I’m sorry, Mrs. Vaughn. I’m not familiar with the customs."

’She can’t even serve a simple dish?’

Mrs. Vaughn shot her a disappointed look.

"Just as I thought, someone from a humble background is completely useless. Forget it, forget it. Just pour the wine for everyone."

There was an elegant bottle of red wine on the table, which looked like it had already been left to breathe. Thankfully, after a few meals with Damien Vaughn, she had a basic grasp of wine-pouring etiquette. Cecelia Archer picked up the bottle and went around the table, pouring wine for each guest.

Finally, someone took notice of her.

"Who is this? Your new assistant? She looks clever enough, but she doesn’t seem very capable."

Mrs. Vaughn scoffed coldly. "Do you think I’d hire someone like her as my assistant? Never mind, never mind. Let’s not talk about her and just eat."

Her disdain was palpable.

The whole situation made Cecelia Archer want to laugh.

’If you hate me so much, why drag me everywhere and spend money on me? Are you crazy?’

’You could just tell your son you hate me and don’t want me in the Vaughn Family. You could have me thrown out anytime. Is it really necessary to be so roundabout and disgusting?’

After pouring the wine, Cecelia Archer put the bottle down, her expression cold.

"Is there nothing else for me to do? May I leave now?"

’What kind of way is that to talk? What kind of attitude is this!’

’The food has just been served, and I haven’t even had her do much yet, and she’s already getting upset? She has no manners at all!’

Mrs. Vaughn’s face hardened. "The more I say you’re clueless, the more clueless you act. We haven’t even finished eating, where do you think you’re going? Get over here and wait by my side!"

’After all, I haven’t been home in over ten years. In front of all these people, she should at least give me some face!’

’Well, she did give Candy that big red envelope and buy us clothes yesterday.’

Cecelia Archer returned to her side.

Someone served Mrs. Vaughn some food.

"Try this roasted goose. It’s a famous dish from Willowdale, braised in abalone sauce. It’s especially tender and flavorful. If you like it, we’ll make it again next time."

Mrs. Vaughn picked up the piece of meat and looked at it.

The goose meat was stained a dark, thick color from the various sauces. Although it smelled fragrant, its appearance didn’t stir her appetite.

"My tastes are quite light these days. I don’t think I’ll have this. Cecelia, you eat it."

Cecelia Archer felt like a dog, at her master’s beck and call. When the master didn’t like a piece of food, it would be thrown on the ground, and she’d have to scramble over to lick it up.

Watching Mrs. Vaughn speechlessly, she stood without moving.

"Thank you, Mrs. Vaughn. But I don’t like goose."

Mrs. Vaughn snapped, "I told you to eat it, so eat it. It’s braised in abalone sauce. You’ve probably never even seen what an abalone looks like in your entire life. I’ll feed it to you. Don’t be so ungrateful. Come here and take it."

Cecelia Archer felt she had no dignity left. It was as if Mrs. Vaughn had torn her face off, thrown it on the ground, and stomped on it until it was unrecognizable.

’Things are already this bad, how much worse could they get? I don’t want to start a fight with Mrs. Vaughn.’

She took a step forward, leaned down, and slightly opened her mouth.

But she had underestimated Mrs. Vaughn’s determination to torment her. Just as the goose meat reached her lips, Mrs. Vaughn’s hand "trembled," and the piece of meat didn’t go into her mouth. Instead, it fell onto her clothes.

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