Love After Marriage: Mr. Lancaster's Hidden Wife

Chapter 83 Return to the Freys

Sue thought for a moment. "I guess it's been two hours by now. After you came home, the master drank a cup of tea before he went out."

"Two hours..." Yvonne tightened her grasp around the handrail.

He had been gone for such a long time. He even left the minute he was home.

She was unsure whether he left because of his injuries, or if he had the urge to meet Jacqueline.

Maybe both reasons could be applied there.

Yvonne sighed softly. She walked toward the sofa and took a seat. "By the way, Sue, how did I return home?"

"Master certainly lifted you up and brought you home." Sue smiled.

Yvonne was slightly stunned as she was pouring herself a glass of water. "Did he lift me up and bring m e home?" All content is © N0velDrama.Org.

"Yes, you were asleep at that time. The master lifted you up from the car and brought you back to the bedroom." 1

"Oh... is that so?" Yvonne lowered her head and took a sip of water. However, she could not be glad about that. Instead, she was rather worried about him.

According to what Sue said, Henry lifted her up and brought her back to the bedroom. Then, he must have lifted her up when they got down from the plane.

His back injuries had not recovered yet. Why did he not wake her up? 1

She wondered whether he hurt himself while lifting her up.

Yvonne quickly put down the glass of water when she thought about that. She soon gave Henry a call.

But it was hung up after it rang twice.

Yvonne was confused. She looked at the phone and realized that she did not hang up the phone by herself accidentally. So called Henry again.

But it yielded the same result. It was hung up again.

"Didn't sir pick up the phone?" Sue could not help but ask Yvonne when she saw her putting down the phone.

Yvonne nodded her head. "Yes, he hung up."

"He might have gone back to the office, so he's busy right now." Sue consoled her, indicating not to think too much about it.

Yvonne forced a smile. "Maybe."

She got up and went upstairs.

After two minutes, she changed her clothes and came downstairs again. 1

Sue realized something when she saw her look." Madam, are you heading to the company?"

"No, I'm going to my mom's place," Yvonne replied.

She wanted to ask her parents whether they knew about Jason's situation.

Sue wiped her hands clean and asked, "May I know when you'll be home so I can prepare dinner for you?"

Yvonne glanced at the pendulum wall clock. "I might come home late. I'll tell you beforehand."

"Sure. Have a safe journey." Sue sent her off.

Yvonne hailed a taxi as soon as she left the villa.

It was an hour later when she reached the Freys.

Yvonne had no key, so she could only stand at the door and knock on the door.

"Who is that?" Mrs. Frey's clear voice was heard.

Yvonne replied immediately. "Mom, it's me."

"Why are you home?" Mrs. Frey was eating nuts as she came out to open the door for her. She lowered her eyes and glanced at Yvonne’s hands in a nitpicky way.

Her facial expression worsened as she realized that Yvonne came home without bringing any gifts for her.

Yvonne noticed that her mother was slightly annoyed. Her eyes became gloomy too. "I came to visit you and Dad."

"Didn't you think of bringing us something given that you're here for a visit?" Mrs. Frey pouted her lips.

Yvonne was stunned. She replied awkwardly, "I’m sorry, Mom. I was in a rush just now, and I've forgotten about it. I'll definitely compensate you next time around.”

In fact, she had no more money to buy things now.

"Let’s not talk about next time. Who knows if you’re giving me an empty promise? Just give me a few hundred dollars directly. That'll do." Mrs. Frey stretched her hand out toward Yvonne.

Yvonne pursed her small lips. "Mom, I'm out of money.”

"Why did you come if you have no money?” Mrs. Frey stared at her angrily, and her voice became slightly piercing too.

She shoved Yvonne out. "That's enough. Leave now. I'm kind of busy, and I have no time for you."

Consequently, Yvonne staggered slightly, and she nearly fell down.

But she could not bother about that now. Seeing that Mrs. Frey was about to close the door before her, she put her hand up to hold the door ajar. "Mom, don’t close the door first. I came because I have things to ask you about.” "You do?" Mrs. Frey kept the door ajar.

Yvonne put her hand down. "Yes, it's regarding Jason."

Mrs. Frey became serious all of a sudden when she learned that it was related to her precious son. “Tell m e immediately. What’s wrong with Jason?"

Yvonne glanced around. "Mom, let's talk inside the house. It’s not nice to stand here and discuss it."

"How tiresome!” Mrs. Frey stared at her. Although she was slightly reluctant, she agreed to do so.

Yvonne walked behind Mrs. Frey and entered the house. She glanced around the house quietly as she walked given that it was where she lived before.

The house was rather old, and there was an extremely unpleasant smell in the living room. The floor was rather dirty too. It appeared like it had been a while since anybody cleaned it up.

Yvonne rubbed the place between her eyebrows." Mom, why didn't you clean up the house? You’ll fall ill i f you live in a dirty place!"

"Clean up?” Mrs. Frey spat out the nuts onto the floor. She used a piercing voice. "You make it sound like was that easy. But who’s going to clean up the house? My back hurts, and I cannot move around much. How could I ask your dad or your brother to do such a thing? They're men!”

"Why not? Why couldn't they clean up the house?" Yvonne retorted.

Mrs. Frey strode toward her. She then pointed at

Yvonne's forehead harshly and condemned her. "What are you talking about? Damn it! They're men, and they need to do something serious and big! They're not meant for these kinds of things!”

Yvonne’s forehead hurt. She knew that her forehead was scarred with fingernail marks even though she had no mirror to check it herself.

She rubbed her forehead and retreated, trying to put some distance between them. She rolled her eyes and replied, "Something serious and big? How is it possible that a man with a serious business refuses to do house chores?”

She indeed had not heard of such a thing before.

Even Henry tidied up his study by himself sometimes. Certainly, the same thing could be applied to other influential and successful people.

Moreover, it was not like she looked down on her dad and Jason. But she knew very well that the two of them were indeed not the kind of people who would d o something big and serious successfully. 1

"That's more than enough!” Mrs. Frey waved her hands impatiently. "You just hate to see it dirty here. Why are you babbling about it so much? If you're willing, you can clean up the house yourself.

Otherwise, hire a housekeeper for us. Then, everything will be resolved.” 1

"Hiring a housekeeper?” Yvonne was stunned by what she said.

Mrs. Frey crossed her legs in front of her and sat down. "Yes. You're now a rich lady who married into the Lancasters. You're always served by the housekeepers. But your dad and I are still struggling with our poverty. You never help us, and you only know how to enjoy your life in peace. Clearly, you’re not a filial daughter.”

Yvonne was infuriated, realizing that her mother was raising sarcastic remarks. Her eyes became teary." Mom, when was I an unfilial daughter? When did I not help you and our family out? I always complied with your wishes every time you asked for money from me."

"You did give us money, but what can we do with that little money? As the young lady from the Lancasters, you're clearly able to give us more. But you always provide us with only a thousand and five hundred dollars or three thousand dollars. Were you really helping us?” 2

"How could you say that?" Yvonne stamped her feet angrily. "Aren’t you well aware of my relationship with the Lancasters? Their money belongs to them solely, and it has nothing to do with me. Don't you mix them up.”

"You’re indeed useless.” Mrs. Frey looked at her in contempt. "You couldn't even captivate a man's heart. I f you're able to captivate my son-in-law's heart, you will definitely have an abundance of money.”

Hearing that, she felt excruciating pain. She could utter nothing in response.

She felt that she was indeed useless.

It had now been three years, and she could not even captivate Henry's heart.

Moreover, she learned recently that he always adored another woman in his heart.

"That’s enough. Keep your sad face. I'm still alive. Go and clean up the floor immediately.” Mrs. Frey threw a broom at her.

Yvonne smiled bitterly. She put down her bag, accepted her fate, and started cleaning up the house. 3

After she was done, she put away the broom nicely and saw that her mother was flipping through her bag. She frowned. "Mom, what are you doing?”