My Wife Wants a Divorce by Red Little Fruit

Chapter 1121 Inappropriate

Mr. McDaniel nodded. "Of course, it's magnificent. This place used to be a prince's mansion during the feudal era. After the founding of the country, it was allocated to Old Mr. Flint as a reward for his contributions to the nation. Later, the Flint family invested a lot of money in repairing and renovating the mansion, turning it into the grand estate we see today."

"No wonder it's so grand. Most of the other prince's mansions have either been confiscated by the government or forcefully demolished. It's very rare. How I wish that our family could have a residence like this!" Clay said admiringly, looking around.

Mr. McDaniel made no comments.

He also longed for a garden like this, but their family wasn't powerful or rich enough.

It didn't matter. Once Erin married into the Flint family and Old Mrs. Flint passed away, Erin would become the hostess. At that time, he might have a chance to move in.

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As for Velma, he simply ignored her.

While talking, the father and son soon arrived at the main hall.

As soon as they entered, they saw Old Mrs. Flint sitting there drinking coffee.

Old Mrs. Flint heard the footsteps and put down her cup, raising her eyes to see the father and son coming in under the guidance of the gatekeeper.

"Madam, they've arrived," the gatekeeper said as he brought the two men into the main hall. He stopped in front of the old lady and pointed to the guests.

Old Mrs. Flint put down her cup and nodded. "You can go back to work. I'll call you if I need anything."

"Yes, madam." The gatekeeper bowed and left.

Only Old Mrs. Flint, Felicia, Mr. McDaniel, and his son were left in the hall.

Old Mrs. Flint glanced at them and gestured to Felicia behind her, instructing, "Go and make coffee for the guests."

"Yes, madam." Felicia stepped forward, invited them to take a seat, and started making coffee.

Behind Felicia, Old Mrs. Flint pretended not to know the purpose of Mr. McDaniel and his son's visit. She asked, "It's so late. Mr. McDaniel, why did you suddenly come over?"

Mr. McDaniel took the cup of coffee offered by Felicia and replied with a smile, "I apologize for disturbing you, my little sister. But I had no choice. I..."

Old Mrs. Flint's face darkened, and she cut him off. "What did you just call me?"

Her tone revealed undisguised anger.

Mr. McDaniel froze, not knowing why she suddenly became angry.

He didn't think there was anything wrong with his words.

Not only Old Mrs. Flint, but even Felicia's expression turned gloomy.

Both the father's and son's hearts skipped a beat.

Clay winked at his father, as if asking, "Dad, why are they upset?"

Mr. McDaniel shook his head, indicating his confusion.

If he had known the answer, he wouldn't have been puzzled.

After serving the coffee, Felicia turned around and stood behind Old Mrs. Flint. Glaring at the two men, she sulked, "Mr. McDaniel, I kindly ask you not to casually address Old Mrs. Flint. As far as I remember, she is older than you, and calling her 'little sister' is inappropriate."

Mr. McDaniel blushed with embarrassment. "It was not my intention."

He finally realized that it was his way of addressing Old Mrs. Flint that had angered these two.

He had thought they were upset about something else.

Did they have to fuss over such a small matter?

It was just a form of address.

Although Mr. McDaniel was dissatisfied with Old Mrs. Flint's and Felicia's reactions, he knew that he shouldn't overstep his mark as a guest. Thus, he didn't show his displeasure.

Instead, he quickly apologized, "No... Old Mrs. Flint, I didn't mean to. I was just thinking..."

"No matter what you were thinking, all I know is that our Old Mrs. Flint is the oldest in the social circle, and not only I know the fact, but everyone else in the circle knows it. They came here last year to celebrate her birthday. There is no way you don't know, yet you addressed her so causally. It seems that over the years, the favor Mr. Julien has given you has made you arrogant and full of yourself. It has given you the illusion that you hold a more important position in Mr. Julien's heart than Old Mrs. Flint does. That's why you dare to disrespect Old Mrs. Flint like this, isn't it?"

Felicia's words were harsh, leaving no room for maneuver and pinning Mr. McDaniel on the pillar of shame.

Mr. McDaniel trembled in anger, but his face was further flushed.

Besides him, Clay was also annoyed by Felicia's words. He pointed at and complained to Old Mrs. Flint, "Madam, your maid is so impolite. Before you even say anything, she is insulting your guest. Aren't you afraid that one day she will overstep her boundaries?"

Mr. McDaniel's eyes flickered as he looked at the old lady.

Old Mrs. Flint was not angered by Clay's questioning at all. Instead, she calmly drank her coffee.

After finishing it, she put down her cup and snorted at the angry guests. "Overstepping boundaries? I think you're the one overstepping boundaries. We, the elders, are having a conversation here. Who gave you, the younger generation, the right to interrupt?"

Her face clouded over as she continued, "Furthermore, who said Felicia is a maid? She is my friend and family, so what's wrong with her speaking up for me? Moreover, what she said is true."

Clay was rendered speechless, and his face was flushed just like his father's.

Old Mrs. Flint sneered and added, "Alright, what you said earlier was correct. You are guests, and I, as the hostess, shouldn't make a big deal out of it. So, we will let it drop. Now, tell me, what brings you here?"

Her tone was indifferent, devoid of any enthusiasm.

Everyone could tell that she was not interested in their purpose for coming. She was just asking.

Since they were already here, she had to do something.

Mr. McDaniel understood what Old Mrs. Flint meant and turned livid.

But he had no choice. Even if she was uninterested, he had to endure it.

Mr. McDaniel clenched his fists and took several deep breaths to calm down. Forcing a smile, he said, "Well, I came here because something happened today. I don't know if you're aware of it?"

To his tentative question, Old Mrs. Flint impatiently rolled her eyes.

Felicia figured out her intentions and said coldly, "Mr. McDaniel, if you have something to say, just say it directly. You don't need to beat around the bush and try to test Old Mrs. Flint. It's bedtime, and she doesn't have time to play guessing games with you, alright?"