Aveline felt deeply touched.

She wasn't particularly close to Barbara, yet Barbara liked her immensely.

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Aveline couldn't help but wonder if this was how parents treated their children. She couldn't relate. Her thoughts drifted to her own child, which she didn't yet have.

A tinge of sadness flashed in her eyes.

She didn't know when she would ever have a child of her own.

Whenever she and Lucas were together, he always used protection, preventing any possibility of a child. She had never thought much about it, but Barbara's words had made her start to care.

Lucas didn't want a child but refused to divorce her. Such a

contradictory man.

At that moment, a servant came over to announce that dinner was ready.

Aveline said, "Grandma, let's go back and have dinner."

"Yes, yes," Barbara agreed, nodding.

Just then, the flower crown fell from her head. Barbara quickly caught it and held it tightly in her hands.

Aveline couldn't help but laugh.

Back inside the villa, Aveline saw Yvonne and Frederick and politely greeted them. "Mr. Tudor, Mrs. Tudor."

Barbara frowned and said,

How can you call them Mr. and Mrs.? You

should call them Dad and Mum, just like Lucas does."

Aveline froze for a moment.

Frederick showed no expression and headed straight into the dining

room.

Yvonne smiled and said, "That's right, Aveline. You're Lucas' wife, so just call me Mum like he does. Calling me Mrs. Tudor is too formal." Aveline nodded. "Alright, Mum."

Yvonne smiled warmly. "You two go ahead to the dining room. Another guest will be arriving shortly."

As she finished speaking, a servant entered, leading a woman into the room. Yvonne's smile deepened. "Speak of the devil. Sophia, why are you so late?"

Sophia smiled graciously. "Mr. Frederick, Madam Yvonne, Madam Barbara, I stopped to buy some pastries and tea from an excellent shop. I thought you and Madam Barbara might enjoy them. The tea is from my grandfather's collection, and I brought it for you to try, Mr. Frederick."

She politely handed the items to the servant.

Yvonne said, "We invited you for dinner, and you brought all these gifts? Next time, just come as you are, or we won't invite you again." Sophia linked her arm through Yvonne's. "I understand."

Barbara looked at Sophia. "Didn't you resign? Why are you back? Having trouble finding a higher-paying job? Working as a servant in the Tudor family is quite nice; we treat our staff well." Sophia's smile froze.

Yvonne quickly intervened. "Mom, this is Sophia, Lucas' former fiancée. Don't you remember?”

Barbara frowned, her elderly face showing confusion. "Lucas had a fiancée?"

Yvonne explained, "It was two years ago. You must have forgotten."

But Barbara insisted, "No, there's no such thing. Lucas doesn't have a fiancée. Lucas only has one wife, and that's Aveline."

Yvonne started to say more, but Sophia stopped her. "Madam Yvonne, it's alright. I know Madain Barbara is just confused."

Yvonne sighed. "If that incident hadn't happened, you would have

been Lucas' wife by now, and Grandma wouldn't have forgotten you."

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