Chapter 708: Being Mocked By George''s Mother


    Helen''s POV:


    I could feel that George was restraining his emotions so he wouldn''t lose his temper on the spot.


    Protecting me like this in front of his mother warmed my heart, but when I thought of what she had said,


    I couldn''t help feeling a little unhappy.I bought all the furniture and ornaments in the apartment.


    At this moment, I doubted she was really talking about them.


    She was only using them as an excuse to mock me and my "vulgar taste".I had long expected that


    George''s family didn''t like my upbringing.


    But I had also believed that I could ovee anything, including such harsh words, as long as we


    were together.Still, my heart was stung upon hearing her words.I rid of his hand silently and stood in


    front of his mother.


    "Let me show you around, Mrs.Affleck." The apartment was under my name anyway.


    I was the legitimate owner, so there was no reason for anyone else to give her a tour.


    The ce was spacious, and not one corner had a trace of dust.


    Besides, the real estate management sent people to clean it regrly.


    Nheless, her face was full of disgust.


    Perhaps she despised the cheap disys down to her core.


    After walking around for a while, she said to George, "Throw everything away.I''ll buy new ones for


    you.иσν???вσσк.￠σмOtherwise, your guests willugh at your taste.What are those messy paintings on


    the wall? They look rubbish.I''ll have someone pick something from your grandfather''s collection and


    send them to you in a few days."


    I noticed Velma trying hard to keep a low profile, albeit following George''s mother around.


    At that moment, she, who had always been arrogant, shrank in her presence.


    "Mom, I like the furniture and paintings very much.I don''t want to change them.Don''t meddle in my


    affairs." George stopped her.


    I stepped out behind him and exined to her frankly, "I also feel that the decorations are a bit


    inconsistent with theyout of this apartment.I picked them hastily.If you want to help improve this


    ce, that''ll be great.I believe that George will like whatever you choose."


    She gaped at me in astonishment.


    George turned his head to look at me, his eyes encouraging me to goon.


    Every word I said was sincere.I didn''t mean to piss the picky woman off.


    A renowned interior designer, hired by George,id out the basic motif for this ce.


    Although the pieces I bought were not too bad, I admit they were not of any quality or taste either.


    They didn''t match the overall style of the ce.


    Every time Kendal came to visit, he would just looked around and sighed heavily.I nned to save


    some money first and then rece them gradually.


    Now that she wanted to give it an overhaul, then let it be.


    After all, she was still George''s mother.It was understandable that she fancied helping her son.


    She snorted and avoided talking to me.


    Velma seemed to want to take the opportunity to slip away until George''s mother caught her and


    asked, "Velma, where are you going?"


    "I have something else to do, so I''m leaving now."


    Velma’s hand holding the bag froze, and she forced a smile awkwardly.


    "Stay and have dinner with us."


    Her tone was casual yet urging.Velma put her bag back and obliged helplessly.иσν???вσσк.


    ￠σмGeorge''s mother headed into the kitchen, opened the fridge, and inquired, "Do you cook?"


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    The question was quite challenging for me.


    Growing up, I had never learn how to cook.Back when I was little, I lived with my mother, and she did


    all the cooking at home.


    In college, I frequented the canteen and survived off of takeout food after graduation.


    The only thing I could cook was probably pasta.


    "Let me take you out for dinner, mom," George suggested.


    His mother stood still and stared at me with prejudice.


    "You don''t even know how to cook?"


    Embarrassment consumed me.I couldn''t handle the disdain thrown at me, so I lowered my head.I did


    try to cook by myself before, but in the end, the kitchen had always be a mess.


    epting that I couldn''t cook was a hard pill to swallow.


    Maybe if I learned carefully, I should be able to do more than some simple Italian noodles, shouldn''t I?


    "What do your parents do? Did they fail to teach you necessary life skills? You''re from an ordinary


    family.How can they pamper you like this?"


    The scornful mention of my parents didn''t sit well with me.


    I felt ufortable.She insisted that it was out of concern for the younger generation.


    Was it, though? Implying that my parents didn''t know how to raise me was out of line.I respected her as


    a senior and my boyfriend''s mother, but I would never allow anyone to satirize my parents.


    No matter how bad my father’s reputation was, it was not her turn to judge him.


    "Mom, we just came back from a business trip.We are very much tired.Maybe you should go home for


    now.Helen and I will treat you to dinnerter."


    George interrupted his mother, driving her away.His mother''s face suddenly grew dim.She red at me


    and left with Velma without saying a word.