Captive Hearts: The Tycoon's Ugly Bride

Chapter 74 You'll Be Sent off to Africa

Chapter 74 You'll Be Sent Off to Africa

One of the people jested, "It seems Mary has already made her choice. There's no need for us to introduce anyone. She has a discerning eye."

However, Blanche did not pay much attention to their conversation. She knew that apart from Mary, the others were all from Cathy's group. This group gathered here not to work but to gossip, so she decided to finish her work quickly.

The old lady, Mary, chuckled warmly and handed a large orange to Blanche.

"Young lady, take a break and have an orange. I've seen you working nonstop all afternoon." NôvelDrama.Org copyrighted © content.

A bright orange appeared in Blanche's view. She lifted her head and saw a pair of hands holding the orange, hands full of traces left by time.

"Thank you." Blanche politely took the orange.

Blanche's acceptance of the orange seemed to make the elderly lady happy, which energized her to work even harder. But Blanche felt something was off. The others, all from Cathy's group, were giving her strange looks and smirks.

Ignoring those bizarre looks, Blanche began to peel the orange.

Eric moved over. "Mary, your son is a handsome and promising young man. Are your standards for a daughter-in-law high? Will you be satisfied if she isn't beautiful? My sister's face, actually..."

Eric stopped his words midway, glancing at Blanche, and deliberately left the sentence hanging. From his words, it was not hard to guess that under Blanche's mask was a face that was less than pleasing.

"Do you have another sister? What's wrong with her face?" Blanche asked, puzzled.

Eric didn't answer Blanche but gently tapped his phone screen, waiting for the old lady's response.

Mary scrutinized Blanche as if studying something. Just when everyone thought the old lady might consider Blanche too unattractive, she laughed.

"I'm a simple person. I don't care about looks when looking for a daughter-in-law. As long as she is sincere, has good character, and truly loves my son, I'll accept her."

Eric raised an eyebrow, intrigued. The old lady really did have a liking for Blanche.

"So, no matter how ugly, you wouldn't mind?"

"I wouldn't mind. Looks can't feed you. It's a person's character that determines the quality of a marital relationship. You young people nowadays are so obsessed with appearances, which is why the divorce rate is so high. Even the most beautiful face can become tiresome."

Blanche agreed with the old lady's words and nodded in approval.

"Mary speaks with such wisdom."

The person on the other end of the phone clenched the contract in his hand tightly.

Eric also clapped in agreement. "Exactly, we can't be superficial. What does it matter if she's ugly? As long as she has a good character. It's absolutely abhorrent when people like certain others think their wives are ugly, so they don't feed them and even attempt to starve them to death."

Eric gave a cunning smile. Before coming here, he had purposely called Louis, just waiting for the drama to unfold.

Blanche stopped peeling her orange. Ugly, not feeding her, it sounded too much like her own experience.

"There are people like that? That's absolutely heartless. I would never allow my son to act that way. I would love my daughter-in-law as if she was my own daughter."

"Mary is so kind, but I wonder, could you accept someone who has been divorced before? Alas, my poor sister has met an unworthy man."

"Divorced?" The old lady hesitated, seemingly unable to accept this.

Yet, to everyone's delight, it didn't take long for the old lady to come around, giving a thoughtful nod of agreement.

"I can accept. Such a good girl saddled with an unfortunate marriage. It must be because the man didn't know how to cherish her. If she comes to my home, I will treat her like my own daughter."

Eric's interest was piqued. This old lady really was something.

"Mary, you're right. That scum didn't know how to cherish her at all. If I were her, I would have left long ago and become your daughter-in-law."

The old lady felt embarrassed by the compliments. "Haha, you guys chat. I need to check when the truck for the oranges will arrive."

Blanche was feeding herself an orange when she stopped, confused. She was now very sure that the "sister" Eric was referring to was herself.

"Blanche, you better think carefully. If you eat this orange, you'll become Mary's daughter-in-law, and all this orange orchard will be yours." Eric picked up his phone, looking at the screen still in the call, his eyes full of victorious laughter.

The call was immediately hung up on the other end, but it rang again shortly after.

"Bro, weren't you at a meeting? How do you have the time to call?" Eric picked up, pretending to be clueless.

An icy voice came from the other end. "What was the meaning of what you just said?"

"Heh heh, exactly what you heard. You know, Brendon isn't bad looking, and he works in a research institute. I asked around, and the salary wasn't low. He can definitely provide for my sister-in-law. Plus, this mother-in-law is so nice, definitely better than the fierce Mrs. Herbart. Being a daughter- in-law in Mary's house is like living a blessed life."

"Shut up. I'm coming home. If I hear any more rumors, you'll be sent off to Africa." Louis stated decisively, ending the call.

Blanche almost choked on her orange. After coughing, she looked sternly at Eric.

"You shouldn't joke around with Mary."

"I'll go and explain it to her later. I'm just doing this for your own good. If not, he really might think that no one wants you. We should give him a good scare."