Chapter 79
Substitutee Marriage: Fallingg For My Ugly Wifee
Chapter: 79
Claudia shot a quick glance at Madison and scolded, âJust because you canât do it, doesnât mean no one else can. Woodyâs
Biscuits have a unique scent. | knew the moment | sniffed its fragrance that it was the real deal. Stop spouting nonsense now,
Madison.â
With a long face, Madison clamped her mouth shut.
Claudia then tumed back to Millie and Marcus with a smile on her face.
âI'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. | canât wait to hear the sound of tiny feet everywhere
around me.â
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 Claudiaâs 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 Claudiaâs 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 couldnât understand why his grandmother would do that. But then, when he stole a glance at Millieâs 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, âThe 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.â
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, âI really appreciate your wish, Grandma. Itâs kind of
you.â
Just beside them, Madison bristled with hatred, her resentment towards Millie increasing. Claudiaâs increasing appreciation for
Millie only meant that her own future daughter-in-lawâs 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,
âMaybe you should have skipped out on attending this party since you have to wear mask all through. | mean, you canât eat or
drink anything. You should have just stayed at home, donât you think?â
Millie looked at Madison who seemed determined to ruin her night. She wouldnât let her. She smiled back at Madison and replied
wittily, âAunt Thomas, | understand your concern. However, itâs important that we all attend Grandmaâs birthday party.
It won't be meaningful if weâre 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.â
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 Claudiaâs 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.
âGrandma, now that you've received all your presents, which is your favourite?â
Claudia gave Bruce a pointed look. He was trying to set up a trap for her, but she wouldn't fall for it. âI love all my gifts. They are
all lovely.â
Bruce wasnât having it. He wanted her to say it.
âReally, grandma? The silver goblet is really remarkable, yes. Woodyâs Biscuits are unique too. But | think your favourite gift is
the brooch | gave you. | mean, itâs obvious. You're wearing it already.â ©