Chapter 115

Chapter 115

Mackenzie felt an inexplicable sense of warmth in her heart.

She had eaten some of the tastiest and most expensive foods, yet none

had ever made her feel this way.

All in all, she could tell Alessandra truly doted on her!

“Maybe next time, Mom!” Mackenzie replied.

“What did you just say? What did you call me?” Alessandra blurted out

excitedly, eyes almost brimming with tears.

Oh, my gosh. Even though Mackenzie came home with Emmanuel

previously, she barely spoke to me and never once called me ‘Mom.‘ I was

so worried that she disliked me and didn’t want to acknowledge me as her mother–in–law… I can’t believe she’s finally addressing me properly!

Emmanuel began wagging his eyebrows at Mackenzie, hoping she could

repeat herself and make Alessandra happy.

Mackenzie, however, was ready to change the subject. It had felt natural

earlier to call Alessandra “Mom,” but to have her intentionally repeat it

would be somewhat embarrassing. “How about next month? I’ll find time

to drop by again!”

Thankfully, Alessandra was considerate enough to stop probing, but she

still couldn’t hide the enthusiasm in her voice. “Sure, sure!” she exclaimed.

“Let me know the day, and I’ll prepare your favorite foods in advance!”

Oh… Just the thought of seeing my daughter–in–law again fills me with

joy!

A sigh escaped Mackenzie’s lips as she suddenly recalled Emmanuel’s

words. D’mn it. If he and I got a divorce, would his mother be able to take

the blow? Argh! I hate how this feels…

“All right, then. I’m hanging up now!” she quickly added before ending the

call.

Meanwhile, Roselynn stared at the dumbstruck Milani and chuckled. “Ms.

Zimmerman, if you don’t mind, you can be my brother’s mistress instead!

Haha!”

Milani instantly turned red, so angry and ashamed that she just wanted to

dig a hole and hide in it.

Argh! I can’t believe Emmanuel got himself a wife! Furthermore, it sounds

like she’s the kind of woman who has wealth, beauty, and brains…

“I’m heading home, Ms. Zimmerman. Do you need a lift?” Emmanuel asked,

though only out of politeness. After all, it was much too awkward for him to

stay behind.

A smirk crept across Roselynn’s face. Oh, come on. I know Milani’s

thick–skinned, but she can’t possibly still want to cling to Manny, can she?

To her horror, the latter did just that as she nodded shyly. “Yes. Please

send me home.”

Roselynn stared agape, her eyes nearly popping out of her head. What the holl? Has Milani no shame at all?

Emmanuel, on the other hand, remained unfazed. In fact, he’d be surprised

if Milani had rejected his offer instead.

Sure enough, Milani began exploring the Maserati as soon as she stepped

into it, clearly having no regard for whom the car belonged to.

She even went so far as to take selfies, and judging by her character, it

wouldn’t be surprising if she secretly posted them on Instagram.

“Emmanuel, how old is your wife?” Milani suddenly asked.

The man froze momentarily. “Why do you ask? Wait a minute… Are you still

interested in me? How many times must I tell you I’m a pauper? My wife

doesn’t share her money with me, and this car belongs to her,” too. I’m

only driving it for a few days.”

“Quit yapping, will you?” Milani said coldly. “Just answer my question.”

“She’s twenty–seven!”

Upon hearing that, Milani blanched. What? Mackenzie intentionally put on a facial mask earlier, so even though she had a great figure and beautiful

skin, I still pegged her as an old lady. After all, a woman of her status

shouldn’t have any problems maintaining her youthful appearance, so

who’s to say she isn’t already in her forties or fifties? Several celebrities in

their seventies still look like they’re in their early twenties, for goodness‘

sake. A sixty–year–old actress who visited an old folks‘ home was even

mistaken for one of the residents‘ granddaughters!