Chapter 87
Megan was already feeling frustrated. When she heard Hannah taking Margaret‘s side, she bristled and
dered, “Remember how you pped me and stopped me from talking bad about her? She‘s just a
piece of trash that you discarded, so she isn‘t even your daughter. Why are you siding with her? Do you
feel guilty? You didn‘t even take care of her as a mother. There‘s no need to put up an act!”
Hannah‘s expression darkened. “Megan, if you say that again, I shall disown you as my daughter!”
This wasn‘t the first time they had argued over Margaret. Megan refused to continue the fight and
eximed, “Fine, I‘m not your daughter. She is your daughter, all right?”
Her expression frosty, Hannah spun on her heels and stalked out of the room before locking Megan
inside. “I‘ll only let you out when you calm down so you won‘t ruin my n!”
When Margaret woke up, it was already nighttime. As she seemed drained, Elizabeth dared not wake
her up and waited until she woke up herself before giving her a bowl of piping hot seafood stew.
The fishy smell of the stew caused Margaret to lose her appetite. “Elizabeth, I don‘t want to eat this.
Prepare something that doesn‘t have a fishy smell. Did Christopher say when he‘ll be back?”
Elizabeth replied, “No, but he called earlier and asked you to give him a call after you wake up.”
Hearing that, Margaret pulled her phone out and spotted a missed call from him. She immediately called
him back.
Meanwhile, Christopher was in the middle of a dinner meeting when his phone rang. This time, he
nced at the caller ID and made sure it was Margaret before getting to his feet. He apologized to his
guest and went outside to answer the call. “What‘s wrong?”
Afraid that he was busy, Margaret went straight to the topic. “Are you on a business trip? When will you
be back?”
Christopher nced into the private room before answering, “The day after tomorrow, I guess. I have an
important business meeting. If it isn‘t something
important, wait till I get home. If it‘s important, you cane here.”
After a brief deliberation, Margaret made up her mind. “I‘lle to you now!”
The call ended, and Christopher returned to the private room. Inside, an elderly man with a potbelly
joked, “I wonder who‘s the person who made you answer your phone in the middle of a business
meeting.”
Christopher‘s lips curved slightly. “I‘ve left home a while ago, so my wife misses me. It‘s normal for her to
give me a call. Ss, you‘re a henpecked husband, too. Stop teasing me, will you?”
Ss Ludwick patted his belly and chortled. “Brat, you‘re good with words, huh? I‘m no longer as healthy
as I used to be, so I can‘t drink with you. My secretary shall drink with you instead.”
The young and pretty secretary sitting beside Ss got to her feet and went to Christopher, but he
pushed his ss away. “Ss, if you can‘t drink, we won‘t drink during dinner. We‘ve worked together for
years, so there‘s no need to drink toplete the deal. Let‘s just have dinner together as friends.”
Ss shed a grin. “I know you‘re a henpecked husband just like me. From now on, you can‘t tease me
anymore! All right, let‘s eat now.” He chuckled.
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It took Margaret around two hours to arrive at the city neighboring Dellmoor by taking the high–speed
rail. It was ten sharp when she reached the restaurant Christopher was in. His car was parked outside,
and no one was inside. Afraid that he was in a business meeting, she waited outside patiently.
A cold gust of wind blew into her coat, and she started stomping to ward off the chill after a while.
Half an hourter, Christopher finally exited the restaurant with Ss, Noah and Ss‘ secretary trailed
after them.
Margaret stood before his car instead of stepping forward to wee him. She only went to him when
Ss and his secretary took their leave.
Upon spotting her, Christopher was taken aback. He then asked in a seemingly nonchnt manner,
“How long have you been waiting?”