Quadruplets Unite: Mother's Words Are Law
Chapter 1209 Eager To Move Out

"I just ate," Doris replied somewhat awkwardly.

She tugged at the corner of her shirt and uttered, "Mrs. Jamison had cooked some pasta for me."

Waylon remained silent.

The atmosphere between them was tense.

"Ring! Ring! Ring!"

Doris' phone rang, and it broke the awkwardness that was quietly creeping in.

She bent a little to take a look.

Her phone continued to ring incessantly. Someone was calling her repeatedly.

The phone buzzed with a call from an unidentified number. She usually avoided answering such calls, expecting them to be credit card promotions or loan sharks.

Yet the ringing persisted, each call quickly following the last.

With an eye roll and a hint of sarcasm in his voice, Waylon couldn't help but comment, "We're hiding some deep secret, aren't we? What's got you so spooked about taking that call?"

"I'm not hiding anything," she protested. "I just don't want to deal with potentially annoying spam!"

"How can you be sure it's spam if you haven't even answered?" he countered, raising an eyebrow. "Are you the type that attracts unwanted attention that easily?"

Doris rolled her eyes in response to his question.

My charm may indeed attract a bit of attention, but that's none of your business. I think I'll continue to ignore your comment.

She picked up her phone to shut him up. She promptly answered the call and greeted the caller with a pleasant tone, "Hello?"

A woman's voice came from the other side, she asked, "Am I speaking to Ms. Doris? I'm Haider from the sales office at Starhill Garden. We met this morning."

Doris replied, "Oh, Ms. Haider? Did the price drop?"

"I'm sorry, but I can't lower the price on my end."

Before she could finish, Doris interjected firmly, "In any case, there's no sense in prolonging this conversation. I simply can't meet your asking price. If you're willing to negotiate and lower it a bit, I might reconsider. Otherwise, I'd be risking my ability to afford even necessities, like food for tomorrow."

"I didn't reach out to haggle over the price," Haider interjected smoothly. "There's a fantastic opportunity here. Are you interested in hearing it?"

Doris mumbled, "Forget it; I don't want to be deceived. Buyers are always one step sellers. Save your breath, I can't stretch my budget beyond what I've got."

She was about to hang up, but Haider's voice sharpened with urgency, "Wait, could you just let me finish speaking?"

Doris reflected inwardly.

I'll listen, but it's likely pointless. If I can't afford it and she can't lower the price, it's a waste of time to listen to you.

Waylon chimed in, "Why the hurry? Can't you let her complete her sentence? Is showing a little patience too much to ask?"

Doris frowned at Waylon's interjection and replied, "That's not what this is about. But really, what will change after she's had her say? What's the point of me listening? She's wasting her time and effort." Haider said agitatedly, "Ms. Doris! Ms. Doris! The price can be lowered. It's a major price reduction. Are you interested in hearing more?"

Caught off guard, Doris responded, "You should have started with this instead of being so secretive."

"I'm not hiding anything," Haider assured her.

"The seller is another client of mine. She had already paid in full and was about to finalize the contract, but she decided to sell at the last minute and at a significantly reduced price. That's why I immediately thought of you."

Doris' eyes sparkled with excitement. "Is this for real? How much is she asking?"

"If you're interested," Haider replied, "she would like to meet with you in person to discuss the details. She's confident you'll be pleased with the offer."

Okay!" Doris exclaimed, "I'm on my way. Please tell her to wait for me."

"Understood," Haider agreed, "we'll wait for you at the cafe outside the sales office."

"Great, see you soon!" she affirmed.

After ending the call, Doris was visibly elated. She swiftly grabbed her handbag and made her way to the door.

In a stern tone, Waylon inquired, "Where are you off to in such a hurry?"

Why is she so thrilled at the prospect of getting a house? Is she that eager to put distance between us? Does she view living with me as unbearable?

Unable to hide her bubbling excitement, Doris told him, "I'm heading to the sales office. If the price is right, I'll finally have a place of my own! And if that happens, I'll move out soon and stop being a nuisance to you. Isn't that something you'd be happy about?"