Love at the Wrong Table by Emmanuel Lowe
Chapter 80

Chapter 80

Emmanuel rubbed his nose while discreetly looking at Mackenzie, who

was seated in the living room.

She never told me about this.

Mackenzie was playing with Tommy. She pretended not to notice the

man’s stare.

The next moment, another woman-who seemed about thirty years old-

went through the main door.

She was tall and elegant. Not only was she beautiful, but she looked

somewhat similar to Mackenzie as well.

“Are you Mackenzie’s sister? You’re so pretty!” exclaimed Alessandra

instantly.

Even Roselynn and the others agreed with her, saying she had the aura of

a noblewoman.

Despite that, Roselynn could see that the woman seemed young because

of high maintenance. In actuality, she guessed that the latter was no less

than forty-five years old.

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Mackenzie looked up and was shocked to see the woman.

Similarly, the woman was stunned upon seeing the current state

Mackenzie was in.

My daughter, who’s always been aloof since she was young, is playing

with a kid now. Oh, what would our family think if I took a picture of this and

sent it to them? This would most definitely cause an uproar.

Fortunately, she did not see Mackenzie carrying the chicken earlier.

Otherwise, she would laugh for three days straight.

Bursting into hearty laughter, Terence uttered, “Everyone, let me introduce

you to Mackenzie’s mother, Felicity Lenoir.”

Only then did Felicity smile at Alessandra and Roselynn.

“Nice to mee you. You look really young!”

Alessandra heaved a sigh internally. If we were to go out together, people

would think she’s my daughter. Heck, I bet people would even believe it if I

said she’s my granddaughter!

Roselynn also sighed in secret. Comparison is so annoying. Manny’s

mother-in-law does look the same age as me. Remaining young is a feat

only rich people can do. Are they really not Yeringham’s wealthiest family?

“Hello, Mother!” Emmanuel hurriedly greeted, to which Felicity merely

nodded in response.

Truth be told, she did not want to come to this lower-class area, but since

Terence was already here, as Mackenzie’s mother, she had to show up as

well. Otherwise, Terence would definitely be unhappy.

However, now that she met her son-in-law, she could not conceal the

disappointment in her eyes.

How could someone like him match up to my graceful daughter? What

Emmanuel and his family enthusiastically invited Terence and the other

two inside. Other than Terence and Felicity, Wilson, the Quillen family’s

butler, was there as well.

Of course, Terence did not introduce Wilson as their butler, but as one of

the uncles in the family. After all, they had to act poor to match

Mackenzie’s status in the Lowe family.

Even so, immense jealousy and hatred already filled Benny and Jack.

How did Emmanuel land a wife with such a good family background?

Jack had thought Mackenzie was an aloof person who slept with rich men

for money and then marry a naïve man so she could take control.

However, his idea of her changed after he saw her grandfather and

mother.

This family exudes a distinctive noble aura.

“Please have a seat. I’ll go prepare the dishes,” said Emmanuel to

Mackenzie’s family while readying himself to go to the kitchen.

“All right.”

Terence grew fonder of Emmanuel. His granddaughter had never done

any chores, so she needed to have someone who could cook after

marriage.

Felicity’s view, however, differed from Terence’s. She was born into an

affluent family and later married into the Quillen family. She had always

had everything provided to her. To her, men should utilize their abilities in

the outside world instead of inside the house.

It was a pity that Emmanuel was a mere lower-class person. He was not

supplied with enough knowledge and skills to make him a prominent

figure in the business world.

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Moreover, in the world of the upper class, it was customary for the

sons-in-law to kneel and serve their mothers-in-law during their first

meeting. However, it was evident that such a rule did not exist in the world

of the lower class.