The Triplets My Ex Never Knew About novel Chapter 225

Chapter 225: Chapter 225: Miss York, Are You Some Kind of Feudal Remnant?

Old Mrs. Sloan hadn’t expected a reply. Seeing the woman looked like she was about to faint, she waved her hand impatiently. "Get out."

Someone quickly grabbed Laura Jennings by the shoulder and unceremoniously dragged her out.

The other people present, of course, weren’t about to offend Nathaniel Sloan and Old Mrs. Sloan for Laura Jennings’s sake, so they remained silent and pretended not to see a thing.

Estelle Lockwood gently pinched Zachery’s little cheek and said to the three little ones, "Mommy’s going to take you to say hello to Great-Grandma."

The triplets’ expressions immediately became obedient. "Okay, Mommy."

But before they could approach, another figure beat them to it, arriving at Old Mrs. Sloan’s side.

Old Mrs. Sloan knew Estelle would be bringing the children over today and was feeling a little expectant. She couldn’t help but crane her neck to look.

Just as she spotted Estelle’s figure, before she even had a chance to feel happy, a gentle female voice, tinged with what seemed like pleasant surprise, suddenly rang out. "Grandma Sloan, it’s been a long time."

Old Mrs. Sloan’s eyes narrowed instantly as she saw Thea York and Mrs. York.

It wasn’t that none of the guests here wanted to curry favor with her, but even those who did wouldn’t dare approach her so directly.

’Now, Thea York was acting as if they were very close... What does she think she’s doing? Who does she think she is? What gives her the right to act so familiar?’

Of course, Old Mrs. Sloan knew who Thea York was. She deeply disliked this illegitimate daughter of the York Family. She appeared gentle and kind on the surface, but was full of schemes behind the scenes. Old Mrs. Sloan had never liked two-faced people.

Moreover, this Thea York seemed to have a thing for Nathaniel.

’Judging by the current situation, Nathaniel is married, and she still hasn’t given up?’

She recalled the rumors circulating outside—that Thea York was the Sloan Family’s preferred choice for Mrs. Sloan, that Thea York and Nathaniel Sloan were childhood sweethearts, and that if Estelle Lockwood hadn’t used unscrupulous means, the current Mrs. Sloan would actually be Thea York...

Heh.

’They were all sly old foxes. Did Thea York really think she wouldn’t see through her petty tricks?’

Coming up to greet her now was nothing more than an attempt to show everyone—look how close Thea York is with the Sloan family matriarch—and add more fuel to the rumors that ’Thea York is the Sloan Family’s preferred choice for Mrs. Sloan’.

Old Mrs. Sloan hummed faintly, her tone cold. "Miss York."

Thea York’s smile was gentle. Noticing that many people were looking over, she acted even more familiar. "Grandma Sloan, have you been well all these years—"

"My surname isn’t Sloan," Old Mrs. Sloan cut her off emotionlessly. "And another thing, Miss York, I don’t believe I invited the York Family."

Thea York’s throat tightened. "Old Mrs. Sloan..."

Mrs. York cursed inwardly, ’This old hag actually dared to humiliate Thea!’ But she couldn’t show her anger and could only try to smooth things over. "Old Mrs. Sloan, my Thea just respects you so much. She insisted on coming to greet you in person, so I brought her along."

"Oh, so it was Mrs. York who brought Thea York over."

Old Mrs. Sloan nodded, then asked, "Then what about Stella York? How come I don’t see Mrs. York bringing Stella York out? Could it be that the proper Young Miss York is too busy inheriting the York Group to have time, so you can only bring the idle Thea York to my banquet?"

Mrs. York’s mouth twitched.

’Doesn’t this old hag know how to talk?! What’s with all the sarcasm! It’s not that our Thea can’t inherit the York Group, it’s all because that bitch Stella York’s methods are too vicious!’

Thea York could barely maintain her smile. What she hated most in her life was being compared to Stella York. How could Old Mrs. Sloan be so utterly disrespectful!

Thea York took a deep breath and looked to the side, her voice soft and fragile. "Nathaniel..."

Old Mrs. Sloan let out a cold laugh.

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