My Husband’s “Work Wife” Is Just a SISTER? Let Me Teach Her How Family Trees Work novel Chapter 47

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On Christmas Eve, my in-laws flew in from Europe expecting a family dinner. Instead, the housekeeper, Victoria Wren, had laid out two plates of cold, leftover seafood salad, even though I had explicitly reminded her three times that my mother-in-law had a deadly shellfish allergy.

Victoria stood rigidly, addressing me with icy precision.

“Mrs. Pearson, I know folks from out of town can get a little… comfortable during the holidays. I suppose it’s only natural

your parents would expect a seat at the table.”

“But as head of this household, my job is to make sure the family’s generosity isn’t taken for granted, not even for a

holiday dinner.”

“Still, I do have a heart. I won’t send your parents away hungry on Christmas Eve. They’re welcome to finish this seafood

salad from last night’s gala. After that, they really should be going.”

“Mr. Pearson is pulling a late shift at the hospital tonight. I won’t have him walking into… this situation after a long day.”

For a moment, I was too stunned to speak. Then it hit me: she thought Jacob’s parents were my parents. This was

another one of her calculated humiliations.

I opened my mouth to explain, but my father-in-law, Robert Pearson, had already taken his wife’s arm and turned to

leave.

“Wait,” Victoria said coolly, and two security guards stepped forward to block the doorway.

She regarded my in-laws with detached contempt. “I can look past poor manners. But throwing away perfectly good food

shows a real lack of character.”

“It’s on the table. You’ll eat before you leave.”

Mr. Pearson, a man who had commanded boardrooms for decades, was not used to being dismissed in his own son’s

home. His voice shook with a fury he usually reserved for corporate takeovers.

That thankless son of mine! Does he even remember who funded his entire life? To let some hired help play gatekeeper

and insult his own father, this is beyond disrespect!”

Margaret Pearson’s face was pale with a quiet, cold anger.

“Robert,” she said, her voice low but sharp. “We are having words with our son. Since when does a member of the staff

speak for the woman who owns this home?”

The woman who owns this home? I couldn’t help but laugh bitterly.

Ever since Jacob hired Victoria, my life had been worse than that of a servant.

After marriage, Jacob forbade me from working. I even had to submit a request to this housekeeper just to get money

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for sanitary pads.

Knowing Victoria, she wouldn’t let this go. I stepped in front of my in-laws, trying to reason with her.

“Victoria, these are Jacob’s parents. His mother is severely allergic to shellfish. If he finds out you served her seafood salad,

he will not let this go.”

Victoria merely smirked dismissively.

“Let’s be clear, Mrs. Pearson. Marrying Jacob doesn’t mean your whole… small-town extended family is suddenly welcome

here whenever they please.”

“And these two have the audacity to introduce themselves as his parents? Have they no dignity?”

Her face darkened as she turned to the guards.

“Well? Don’t just stand there. See that Mr. Pearson’s… distinguished guests enjoy the crab dip I set out for them.”

The guards obeyed only Victoria. Immediately, they pulled my in-laws from behind me, forcing their heads down toward

the plates.

Both in their fifties, they were no match for the guards’ strength. Within moments, their faces and clothes were streaked

with oily dressing and chunks of seafood.

“Have you lost your mind, Victoria?!” I shouted, my voice breaking. “Whatever games you play with me, I’ve tolerated

them! But these are Jacob’s parents! Call them off now!”

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