"You sure have a short memory, Mrs. Conduibh. I also got involved back when you did that nasty thing to Ophelia," Madeleine taunted. "But I can tell you must be an old hand since you felt very at home doing something so sneaky and underhand."
Mrs. Conduibh pretended to be pondering before replying, "Well, now itâs coming back at me. Youâre the one called Marilyn Lowe, right?"
"Excuse me, my name is Madeleine Lowe, not Marilyn Lowe. Please donât change othersâ names as you wish, Mrs. Conduibh."
Mrs. Conduibh faked a smile.
"I wonder what it is that you want to see me about, Mrs. Conduibh?" Ophelia got to the point, asking.
Covering her mouth, Mrs. Conduibh smirked and replied, "Thereâs nothing serious. Itâs just that the other day, Tassach said you were working in his company, so I came to see you. After all, itâs almost been five years since we last met."
Ophelia said, "Rest assured, Mrs. Conduibh. I already resigned from Mr. Conduibhâs company, and we barely talk in private. Moreover, Iâm now married and pregnant, so our relationship is innocent. Donât worry."
Mrs. Conduibh simpered, "Ophelia, Iâm afraid you got me wrong. I came today simply to see you, and I hope Iâm not disturbing you."
Madeleine felt sick. She even lost her appetite at the sight of the food served by the waitress.
"Mrs. Conduibh, if you have something to say, just spit it out. Stop putting on a show. You work too hard, and we lose our appetite watching you."
Mrs. Conduibhâs face darkened and she said, "I havenât seen you in years, but you have become more sharp-tongued than ever, Miss Lowe."
"Thanks for your compliment, Mrs. Conduibh, but I only show that side of me towards the people I dislike. Once I see them, words just pop into my head themselves."
Mrs. Conduibh pulled a long face.
Ophelia was making the sauce quietly aside. When the sauce was done, she asked, "Mrs. Conduibh, do you want any spice in the sauce?"
Mrs. Conduibh moved further away from the sauce in disgust and replied, "Thanks, but no thanks!"
Ophelia nodded, put the sauce in front of Mrs. Conduibh and said, "I think the hot pot is ready. Please start to eat, Mrs. Conduibh. Itâs rare that you would think of me, so I hope youâll have a nice lunch today."
Mrs. Conduibh put the food in her own bowl and ventured, "Ophelia, I can hardly tell youâre pregnant from your appearance. How long have you been pregnant?"
"For almost seven months."
"So the baby will come out soon. Have you identified the sex of the baby?" Just like a loving mother, Mrs. Conduibh asked. No one could associate this woman with the one who had framed Ophelia up back then.
"No, I havenât. I love it anyway, a boy or a girl."
"That being said, thereâs only one male heir in the Chambers family, and they must be longing for a boy. How about having a check? I know someone in the hospital who can identify the gender of the baby. Do you want me to make an appointment for you?"
Mrs. Conduibh asked maliciously.
Before Ophelia could say anything, Madeleine threw down the chopsticks, scowled at Mrs. Conduibh and stormed, "What do you mean by that, Mrs.
Conduibh?"
Mrs. Conduibh stayed calm and said with an affected smile, "Mrs. Lowe, donât get me wrong. Iâm asking out of concern, just like a mother caring about her daughter. After all, if Ophelia gave birth to a boy, she would live a happier life in the Chambers family, wouldnât she?"
Madeleine gave a faint smile and said in a sarcastic tone, "I think this is the tradition of the Conduibh family, isnât it? Keep the boy, and get rid of the girl, right? According to your character, I totally believe you would do something like that."
Mrs. Conduibhâs well-preserved face was distorted.
"So this is how you talk to the elder, Miss Lowe?"
"Not exactly. Itâs just that I treat people differently according to the way they behave, and I usually talk like this to those with a kind face but a wicked heart." Madeleine stroke a powerful counterblow.
Mrs. Conduibh took out a clean handkerchief from her designer bag, wiped her mouth and questioned, "Ophelia, why is this friend of yours so mean to me? At least Iâm Tassachâs mother, and this is how you treat your friendâs mother?"
Ophelia put the food into her mouth calmly and replied, "Excuse me. If you canât accept the way my friend talks, Iâll apologize to you on behalf of her."
Mrs. Conduibh took a deep breath and said, "Ophelia, youâre still holding a grudge against me, arenât you? As a mother, I was doing that out of love for my son. Tassach was young and it was time for him to focus on his career, so he couldnât be distracted by women, and thatâs why I made a plan to Billionaire Lost to His Surrogate In A Love Game ï¤Chapter 187 Mrs. Conduibhâs Call Say You Will Be Mine ï¤Chapter 38 Pay You Back for the Rest of My Life (The End)
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Ophelia kept eating with composure. She didnât think Mrs. Conduibhâs apology was sincere at all.
A leopard couldnât change its spots, and neither could Mrs. Conduibh change her character. She did so because it wasnât time for her to have a showdown yet.
"Mrs. Conduibh, just say what you want to say. Iâm serious. Youâre having a hard time acting, while weâre also having a hard time watching," said Madeleine bluntly.
Since Madeleine kept attacking her, anger crossed Mrs. Conduibhâs face, even if she tried her best to conceal her emotions.
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