My Unborn Baby Chose My Husband for Me novel Chapter 510

As she spoke, her eyes welled with angry tears, and her voice ticked up a notch.

"My son might not be as terrifyingly cutthroat as Lucian, but he graduated from a top-tier university. He is more than capable of managing the company!"

Charlene hadn't realized how loud she had gotten. The moment the words left her mouth, she looked toward Eleanor in a panic.

Eleanor gave her a brief, frigid glance before casually looking away.

In Eleanor's arms, Little Bean rolled his eyes so hard they practically vanished into his head. "Her acting is so fake. She and Lawrence are just playing off each other."

"Too bad Eleanor saw through it years ago. She can't even be bothered to pretend to care."

Suddenly, a loud clatter echoed from the kitchen.

Seraphina had been holding a ceramic plate, but Little Bean's snarky commentary caught her so off guard that she nearly dropped it.

Eleanor immediately looked toward the kitchen. "Susan, go check on Seraphina. See if she needs help."

Susan nodded and hurried off.

A moment later, Seraphina emerged calmly, holding the plated pastries. "My hands just slipped. I almost dropped the plate."

Charlene seized the opportunity to snap at her. "You need to be more careful. Everything in this house is incredibly expensive. That's limited-edition bone china."

Seraphina replied mildly, "I'll be more mindful next time."

Eleanor cast a cold, silencing look at Charlene. "Plates are meant to be used. If it breaks, we buy another one. There's no need to make such a fuss over a piece of clay."

Charlene went pale. The matriarch was clearly putting her in her place.

She had just wanted to scold Seraphina, but somehow it had managed to infuriate the old woman instead.

Lawrence let out a harsh, awkward cough. His throat suddenly seemed incredibly dry. He picked up his teacup, took a slow sip, and finally relaxed his posture.

The coughing stopped.

Desperate to smooth things over, Charlene quickly poured a fresh cup of tea for Eleanor. "Eleanor, please have some tea to soothe your throat."

Eleanor's expression softened fractionally. She gave a noncommittal hum, took the cup, and had a sip.

Seeing the olive branch accepted, Charlene and Lawrence exchanged a relieved look, the tension leaving their shoulders.

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