Chapter 83 Return to the Freys


    Sue thought for a moment. "I guess it''s been two hours by now. After you came home, the master


    drank a cup of tea before he went out."


    "Two hours..." Yvonne tightened her grasp around the handrail.


    He had been gone for such a long time. He even left the minute he was home.


    She was unsure whether he left because of his injuries, or if he had the urge to meet Jacqueline.


    Maybe both reasons could be applied there.


    Yvonne sighed softly. She walked toward the sofa and took a seat. "By the way, Sue, how did I


    return home?"


    "Master certainly lifted you up and brought you home." Sue smiled.


    Yvonne was slightly stunned as she was pouring herself a ss of water. "Did he lift me up and


    bring m e home?"


    "Yes, you were asleep at that time. The master lifted you up from the car and brought you back to


    the bedroom." 1


    "Oh... is that so?" Yvonne lowered her head and took a sip of water. However, she could not be d


    about that. Instead, she was rather worried about him.


    ording to what Sue said, Henry lifted her up and brought her back to the bedroom. Then, he


    must have lifted her up when they got down from the ne.


    His back injuries had not recovered yet. Why did he not wake her up? 1


    She wondered whether he hurt himself while lifting her up.


    Yvonne quickly put down the ss of water when she thought about that. She soon gave Henry a


    call.


    But it was hung up after it rang twice.


    Yvonne was confused. She looked at the phone and realized that she did not hang up the phone by


    herself identally. So called Henry again.


    But it yielded the same result. It was hung up again.


    "Didn''t sir pick up the phone?" Sue could not help but ask Yvonne when she saw her putting down


    the phone.


    Yvonne nodded her head. "Yes, he hung up."


    "He might have gone back to the office, so he''s busy right now." Sue consoled her, indicating not to


    think too much about it.


    Yvonne forced a smile. "Maybe."


    She got up and went upstairs.


    After two minutes, she changed her clothes and came downstairs again. 1


    Sue realized something when she saw her look." Madam, are you heading to thepany?"


    "No, I''m going to my mom''s ce," Yvonne replied.


    She wanted to ask her parents whether they knew about Jason''s situation.


    Sue wiped her hands clean and asked, "May I know when you''ll be home so I can prepare dinner


    for you?"


    Yvonne nced at the pendulum wall clock. "I mighte homete. I''ll tell you beforehand."


    "Sure. Have a safe journey." Sue sent her off.


    Yvonne hailed a taxi as soon as she left the vi.


    It was an hourter when she reached the Freys.


    Yvonne had no key, so she could only stand at the door and knock on the door.


    "Who is that?" Mrs. Frey''s clear voice was heard.


    Yvonne replied immediately. "Mom, it''s me."


    "Why are you home?" Mrs. Frey was eating nuts as she came out to open the door for her. She


    lowered her eyes and nced at Yvonne’s hands in a nitpicky way.


    Her facial expression worsened as she realized that Yvonne came home without bringing any gifts


    for her.


    Yvonne noticed that her mother was slightly annoyed. Her eyes became gloomy too. "I came to visit


    you and Dad."


    "Didn''t you think of bringing us something given that you''re here for a visit?" Mrs. Frey pouted her


    lips.


    Yvonne was stunned. She replied awkwardly, "I’m sorry, Mom. I was in a rush just now, and I''ve


    forgotten about it. I''ll definitelypensate you next time around.”


    In fact, she had no more money to buy things now.


    "Let’s not talk about next time. Who knows if you’re giving me an empty promise? Just give me a


    few hundred dors directly. That''ll do." Mrs. Frey stretched her hand out toward Yvonne.


    Yvonne pursed her small lips. "Mom, I''m out of money.”


    "Why did youe if you have no money?” Mrs. Frey stared at her angrily, and her voice became


    slightly piercing too.


    She shoved Yvonne out. "That''s enough. Leave now. I''m kind of busy, and I have no time for you."


    Consequently, Yvonne staggered slightly, and she nearly fell down.


    But she could not bother about that now. Seeing that Mrs. Frey was about to close the door before


    her, she put her hand up to hold the door ajar. "Mom, don’t close the door first. I came because I


    have things to ask you about.” "You do?" Mrs. Frey kept the door ajar.


    Yvonne put her hand down. "Yes, it''s regarding Jason."


    Mrs. Frey became serious all of a sudden when she learned that it was rted to her precious son.


    “Tell m e immediately. What’s wrong with Jason?"


    Yvonne nced around. "Mom, let''s talk inside the house. It’s not nice to stand here and discuss it."


    "How tiresome!” Mrs. Frey stared at her. Although she was slightly reluctant, she agreed to do so.


    Yvonne walked behind Mrs. Frey and entered the house. She nced around the house quietly as


    she walked given that it was where she lived before.


    The house was rather old, and there was an extremely unpleasant smell in the living room. The


    floor was rather dirty too. It appeared like it had been a while since anybody cleaned it up.


    Yvonne rubbed the ce between her eyebrows." Mom, why didn''t you clean up the house? You’ll


    fall ill i f you live in a dirty ce!"


    "Clean up?” Mrs. Frey spat out the nuts onto the floor. She used a piercing voice. "You make it


    sound like was that easy. But who’s going to clean up the house? My back hurts, and I cannot move


    around much. How could I ask your dad or your brother to do such a thing? They''re men!”


    "Why not? Why couldn''t they clean up the house?" Yvonne retorted.


    Mrs. Frey strode toward her. She then pointed at


    Yvonne''s forehead harshly and condemned her. "What are you talking about? Damn it! They''re


    men, and they need to do something serious and big! They''re not meant for these kinds of things!”


    Yvonne’s forehead hurt. She knew that her forehead was scarred with fingernail marks even though


    she had no mirror to check it herself.


    She rubbed her forehead and retreated, trying to put some distance between them. She rolled her


    eyes and replied, "Something serious and big? How is it possible that a man with a serious


    business refuses to do house chores?”


    She indeed had not heard of such a thing before.


    Even Henry tidied up his study by himself sometimes. Certainly, the same thing could be applied to


    other influential and sessful people.


    Moreover, it was not like she looked down on her dad and Jason. But she knew very well that the


    two of them were indeed not the kind of people who would d o something big and serious


    sessfully. 1


    "That''s more than enough!” Mrs. Frey waved her hands impatiently. "You just hate to see it dirty


    here. Why are you babbling about it so much? If you''re willing, you can clean up the house yourself.


    Otherwise, hire a housekeeper for us. Then, everything will be resolved.” 1


    "Hiring a housekeeper?” Yvonne was stunned by what she said.


    Mrs. Frey crossed her legs in front of her and sat down. "Yes. You''re now a richdy who married


    into the Lancasters. You''re always served by the housekeepers. But your dad and I are still


    struggling with our poverty. You never help us, and you only know how to enjoy your life in peace.


    Clearly, you’re not a filial daughter.”


    Yvonne was infuriated, realizing that her mother was raising sarcastic remarks. Her eyes became


    teary." Mom, when was I an unfilial daughter? When did I not help you and our family out? I always


    complied with your wishes every time you asked for money from me."


    "You did give us money, but what can we do with that little money? As the youngdy from the


    Lancasters, you''re clearly able to give us more. But you always provide us with only a thousand and


    five hundred dors or three thousand dors. Were you really helping us?” 2


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    "How could you say that?" Yvonne stamped her feet angrily. "Aren’t you well aware of my


    rtionship with the Lancasters? Their money belongs to them solely, and it has nothing to do with


    me. Don''t you mix them up.”


    "You’re indeed useless.” Mrs. Frey looked at her in contempt. "You couldn''t even captivate a man''s


    heart. I f you''re able to captivate my son-inw''s heart, you will definitely have an abundance of


    money.”


    Hearing that, she felt excruciating pain. She could utter nothing in response.


    She felt that she was indeed useless.


    It had now been three years, and she could not even captivate Henry''s heart.


    Moreover, she learned recently that he always adored another woman in his heart.


    "That’s enough. Keep your sad face. I''m still alive. Go and clean up the floor immediately.” Mrs. Frey


    threw a broom at her.


    Yvonne smiled bitterly. She put down her bag, epted her fate, and started cleaning up the house.


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    After she was done, she put away the broom nicely and saw that her mother was flipping through


    her bag. She frowned. "Mom, what are you doing?”