CHAPTER 134 DETESTABLE

"I don't know." Yvonne shook her head, looking lost.

Since she married Henry, the Freys never visited the Lancasters nor did they come to the villa as they were scared of Henry. Now, however, her mother was suddenly here for her. What was it for?

"Madam, do you want to see her?" Sue asked, putting the glass of milk down.

Yvonne smiled dryly. "She's already here. She’ll kick u p a fuss if I don't see her. I'll just go have a look."

"I'll go with you." Sue tailed behind her.

Opening the door, Yvonne's mother stood right outside and scolded her with a scowl once she saw her daughter. "You punk, what took you so long? I’ve been calling out for you for a long time!"

"I just heard you. Mom, why are you here?" asked Yvonne.

"Of course to see you for something. Let me in first," Mrs. Frey blurted as she went past Yvonne to go into the villa.

Yvonne was going to stop her when Sue blocked in front of her mother first. "You can't go in!"

"Who are you?" Mrs. Frey glowered at Sue.

Sue answered seriously, "I'm the villa's housekeeper.

You can't enter."

Mrs. Frey scoffed. "How dare you, a mere housekeeper, stop me? Do you know who I am? I'm your madam's mother. Let me in right now."

"I said no. Even if you’re madam's mother, I can't allow you to enter unless sir agrees to it." Sue refused to budge.

Unable to do anything to her, Mrs. Frey put the blame o n Yvonne as she gave the latter’s arm a hard pinch. " Punk, are you watching your maid stop me?"

Yvonne did not expect her mother to suddenly be physical and use so much strength at that too. She gasped holding her arm, looking upset. "Mom, what are you saying? Sue isn’t a maid. Please don't say something like that!"

"What is a housekeeper if not a servant? A master?" Mrs. Frey mocked.

Sue looked frigid. "Mrs. Frey, if you continue to be scornful, I'll ask the guards to throw you out."

"How dare you?" Mrs. Frey’s eyes were blown wide in anger.

Sue smirked. "Try me. See if madam can stop me too if I really do that."

Yvonne quickly nodded. "Yes, Mom. Sue is from Grandpa's side, so I can’t do anything to her either. Be nice." "From Master Lancaster?" Mrs. Frey was stunned before she repeated nervously.

Yvonne made a hum. "Yes, so stop offending Sue."

Mrs. Frey was derisive but she was no fool. Knowing that Sue was the old man’s helper, she dared not act superciliously despite her furiousness. Instead, she wore an apologetic smile. "Sorry, ma'am. I didn't act o n purpose just now."

Sue rolled her eyes. "It’s better if you don't call me ma'am. You look older than me, I won't be able to take i t."

"You..." Mrs. Frey was on the brink of cussing. Yvonne warned her, "Mom, remember what I said!"

Calming herself down, Mrs. Frey said, "Okay, Miss Sue, can I go in now? This is my daughter and son-in-law’s home anyway. It’s not too much to ask to go in and have a look, is it?"

"Nope. I told you, you have to get sir's permission if you want to enter," Sue said emotionlessly.

Mrs. Frey glared at Yvonne. "Punk, you're Henry's wife and this house's mistress after all. You can decide, can’t you? Are you letting me in or not?"

"Sorry, Mom." Yvonne lowered her head and replied apologetically, "I can't decide anything. You know how it is between me and Henry. Henry has the final say in this house. If you really want to come in, I can call Henry.”

She fished out her phone from her pocket as she spoke.

Like Sue, Yvonne did not wish for her mother to enter the villa. She was well aware of her mother's character. She was a snob and loved taking advantage. What if she saw something she wanted and stole it if she were allowed inside?

Mrs. Frey was shocked when she saw Yvonne actually making the call and stopped her instantly. "Alright, alright. Who are you calling... What a waste of money. I won't go in, alright!”

There was a lower chance of her entering if Yvonne called Henry. Here she was thinking that she could loot a thing or two and sell them for money as the items in the house must be costly as well when her son-in-law was so rich. Not to mention, it was a rare opportunity for her to come here. Yet, these two women here denied her entry vehemently. It was enraging.

"Really?" Yvonne was still skeptical.

Mrs. Frey raised her hand to hit her. "Punk, are you doubting my words?"

"Mrs. Frey!” Sue narrowed her eyes as she caught the former's hand swiftly and warned her, "You've pinched madam and now you're trying to hit her?

Madam is your daughter, yes, but she’s married into the Lancasters and is one of them now. You should see if you qualify to hit her even if you want to." "I can't even hit my own daughter?" Mrs. Frey was utterly shocked by Sue's words.

Sue flung her hand away. "I said, madam is a Lancaster now. Of course you can't hit a Lancaster. I'll let the pinch just now go. If you raise your hand at madam again later, I'll make sure that you won't be able to walk out of this estate today. You can try me."

Mrs. Frey shuddered. She would never dare to test her luck. Quickly chuckling, she said, “No no, Yvonne's my daughter. How would I hit her? I'm just scaring her."

Yvonne was suddenly amused by her words. So all the beatings and curses thrown at her since she was a small child were to scare her! It was absurd!

"Enough, Mom.” Yvonne sobered up. "Why are you looking for me?"

Mrs. Frey rubbed her hands together. "It's nothing big. It's Jason."

"He isn't gambling again, is he?" This was what Yvonne first thought of. holds this content.

Her mother waved her hand. "No, no, not at all. I've been keeping him at home recently. He can't go out. He's got no money for it too.”

Yvonne breathed in relief. "Good. But you're here for him. Did something happen to him?"

"Ah..." Mrs. Frey sighed. "Nothing. It's just that I pity him when he can't go out since I keep him grounded a t home. He’s got nothing to do all day long, so I plan to let him go out and work."

"And?" Yvonne raised her brow.

Letting Jason work? Her mother was finally levelheaded? She had been spoiling Jason all this while, afraid that he would be worn out and refused to let him go out and work.

Mrs. Frey blinked. "And here I am for you. You know Jason's case. He doesn’t have a good educational background and no company wants him. Since you're his sister, you can let Henry know and have Jason work in his company.”

"Have Jason work for the Lancasters?” Yvonne gasped.

Her mother nodded. "Yes. Jason is still Henry's brother -in-law. He won't actually refuse to help, yes? We're not asking for much either. Just make Jason a manager and give him seventy-five hundred dollars a month."

The corners of Yvonne's lips twitched. Sue was speechless as well.

A manager? Seventy-five hundred dollar salary?

This woman could really talk. She should take a look a t her son first - incapable yet what a wild fantasy he had!

"Mom, are you serious?" Yvonne looked at her mother flabbergasted.

Mrs. Frey pulled a straight face. "Do you think I’m joking with you? Jason's your younger brother. What's so hard to have your brother work in your husband's company? Besides, isn't it better to have family working for you than an outsider?"

Yvonne was entertained by her shameless claim." Mom, Jason’s the one who’s asked you to talk to me, yeah?"