Secret Wealthy Marriage -
Chapter 386: High-Profile Etiquette (7)
Chapter 386: Chapter 386: High-Profile Etiquette (7)
Seeing that the whole family had gathered, the neighbors couldn’t sit still and got up to leave, saying that they would wait for Axel’s father to call them. Master Ruiz didn’t refuse and let someone send them home.
"Dad, who is Carolline’s husband? Can you tell us first?" The impatient Ryan Ruiz asked his father as soon as the guests left.
"...They’ll be here soon, what’s the rush?" Master Ruiz glanced at Ryan but remained silent.
"Didn’t Big Brother go to Kyoto to see Mr. Cooper for treatment? Can Emily Hill and Carolline really make it?" Natalie Parton had been worried about this issue. After all, every time Emily Hill and Carolline returned to the old mansion, Big Brother was always with them. Today, Big Brother was not here, could the mother and daughter come by themselves? It would be amusing if they waited for them in vain at the old mansion.
"Master, Young Lady and little young master Axel have arrived," The butler reported at the right time.
"Hmm." Master Ruiz sat still, waiting for the mother and grandson to come in.
Carolline did have some merit, giving birth to Axel, whom he actually liked quite a bit. If it weren’t for their family’s grievances, he would have liked to spend more time playing with his great-grandson.
At that time, Jasmine Ruiz didn’t want to get pregnant and focused on her so-called career. Later, when she wanted to get pregnant, she had trouble conceiving. Seeing that Axel was already five years old, she became anxious, taking medicine every day until she finally got pregnant.
So, women really shouldn’t wait too long to have children. A woman’s prime childbearing years are limited, and once that prime time passes, having a child takes more effort than when they were younger, such as taking medicine or resorting to more severe technological measures.
"Dad, Axel and I are here." Emily Hill, holding Axel’s hand, walked through the courtyard to the living room. As soon as she reached the doorway, she took the initiative to say, "Second sister, third sister, I’ve bought some seafood, let’s cook them for dinner."
Bonnie Jenkins and Natalie Parton reluctantly stood up and took the things from Emily Hill’s hands. Inwardly they lamented, this so-called "some seafood" was probably all the signature seafood from the hotel, a truly extravagant gesture.
"Lobster, but none of us know how to cook it?" Natalie Parton opened one of the bags, and two huge lobsters were inside, extending their claws at her.
"Well, we don’t need to cook the seafood. There will be a special chef coming later." Emily Hill nodded; she herself didn’t know how to cook it either. When she received the items, she was also stunned.
She had originally promised Master Ruiz that she would come early, but who knew that after she called Bryan Hawkins, he asked her to wait a little longer and sent her these bags of things in a short while. She opened them and was shocked. Although she didn’t often eat seafood, she knew that the value of these items was quite high.
"Is there really a chef? Sister-in-law, does your kindergarten have such good benefits this year?" Bonnie Jenkins asked with disbelief. If there were a special chef, it would be better for them to just come and wait to eat.
"It’s alright. Carolline’s husband invested five hundred thousand in our kindergarten initially, and there’s more to come." Emily Hill knew that Bonnie Jenkins’ words were sarcastic and didn’t argue with her. Instead, she told the truth.
She really wasn’t showing off; after all, this dinner wasn’t her treat. Only Bryan Cooper could afford such a high-standard dinner, with a chef specially invited to cook.
"...Is this true or false?" Bonnie Jenkins was somewhat surprised. In fact, five hundred thousand wasn’t much for them, but considering Carolline’s family’s financial situation, it was a considerable sum.
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