Chapter 79
Chapter 79
Chapter: 79
Claudia shot a quick glance at Madison and scolded, “Just because you can’t do it, doesn’t mean no one else can. Woody’s Biscuits have a unique scent. | knew the moment | sniffed its fragrance that it was the real deal. Stop spouting nonsense now, Madison.”
With a long face, Madison clamped her mouth shut. Claudia then tumed back to Millie and Marcus with a smile on her face.
“I'm really grateful for the exquisite gift you gave me. Maybe this is the best time for me to tell you my wish for my eightieth birthday. | wish that you and Marcus will have a long and happy marriage. | can’t wait to hear the sound of tiny feet everywhere around me.”
Everyone's eyes went wide in surprise when they heard this. The matriarch had always hoped for an ever-lasting prosperity for the Thomas family. But Claudia’s wish expressed something totally different this year. It made no sense that she would waste her eightieth birthday wish on Millie and Marcus.
Meanwhile, Millie and Marcus were just as shocked as everyone else. Millie felt heat rise to her cheeks when Claudia’s words played in her mind again. How could they possibly have a baby with the way they were? Also, as strange as it was, it had never crossed her mind.
Marcus too couldn’t understand why his grandmother would do that. But then, when he stole a glance at Millie’s red face, he felt a small flutter of excitement. A shy Millie was a really rare sight.
Standing next to Claudia, Kelly said with a smile to the new couple, “The both of you must be elated by this, right? Mrs. Thomas has dedicated her only birthday wish to you both. You should express your gratitude to her.”
Millie looked at Marcus, her expression urging him to join her and express his gratitude. Of course, the stubborn mule turned his nose up at her tuned away.
Millie discreetly pinched her arm and gritted her teeth. The damn cowardly man! She stayed calm and reminded herself that men were unreliable beings.
So, she tumed back to Claudia with a beautiful smile on her face and said, “I really appreciate your wish, Grandma. It’s kind of you.”
Just beside them, Madison bristled with hatred, her resentment towards Millie increasing. Claudia’s increasing appreciation for Millie only meant that her own future daughter-in-law’s privileges would decrease.
How she wished something could happen to make Claudia hate Millie as much as she did. Unable to hold her tongue, she said, “Maybe you should have skipped out on attending this party since you have to wear mask all through. | mean, you can’t eat or drink anything. You should have just stayed at home, don’t you think?”Original content from NôvelDrama.Org.
Millie looked at Madison who seemed determined to ruin her night. She wouldn’t let her. She smiled back at Madison and replied wittily, “Aunt Thomas, | understand your concern. However, it’s important that we all attend Grandma’s birthday party.
It won't be meaningful if we’re not all here. | may have nothing to eat or drink because of my mask, but | think the most important thing is us spending this quality time together.” Madison frowned, surprised and annoyed by how Millie answered her. Before she could say any more, Claudia shot her a stern
look that warned her to stop provoking Millie.
Seeing that Madison was dealt with, Bruce leaned close to Millie and coughed lightly to draw her attention. Then, he pointed proudly at the magnolia-shaped brooch on Claudia’s chest and winked at Millie. Millie recognized the brooch at first glance. It was the one she designed. Now she understood why Bruce was in such a good mood.
“Grandma, now that you've received all your presents, which is your favourite?”
Claudia gave Bruce a pointed look. He was trying to set up a trap for her, but she wouldn't fall for it. “I love all my gifts. They are all lovely.”
Bruce wasn’t having it. He wanted her to say it.
“Really, grandma? The silver goblet is really remarkable, yes. Woody’s Biscuits are unique too. But | think your favourite gift is the brooch | gave you. | mean, it’s obvious. You're wearing it already.” ©