Chapter 256: Do You Know My Mother?
As she talked, Mary’s tears flowed again.
Wendy immediately hugged and comforted her by saying, "It’s okay, it’s okay. I’m still alive and well, right? If I had known that I had brought up your sadness, I would not have told you so much about Timothy."
"I... " Mary took a deep breath. She did not want to go back and eat at the same table as Timothy. So, she said, "I suddenly remembered that there are still things to deal with at school, so I will go back first."
"Huh?" Wendy was surprised and said, "It’s Saturday, so what can happen at school?Besides, didn’t you buy your ticket for tomorrow afternoon?"
"I’ll just buy a new one," Mary said. She unbuckled her seat belt to get out, but Wendy stopped her.
"Then you have to go back and finish eating too." Wendy reached out and pulled Mary to keep her from getting out of the car.
"No, I’m not hungry."
"No, mom, you have to eat even if you’re not hungry. Even if you don’t want to eat, we didn’t bring anything out with us. You still have to go back and get your suitcase and cell phone or something."
Wendy’s words made Mary stop opening the door. Indeed, she hadn’t brought anything with her. Her ID, cell phone, and wallet were all still at home. She couldn’t leave like that.
"If you really don’t have any burns, can we go back to eat?" Wendy’s tone was very soft and negotiating.
Of course, Mary didn’t want to go back for the meal. But in this situation, she had no choice but to go back.
Timothy didn’t recognize her just now.
Mary thought it should not be a big deal even if she went back for a meal.
Seeing that Mary did not refuse again, Wendy got out of the car, went round to the passenger seat, and pulled open the door.
After going back with Mary, Michael was surprised to see them and said, "Didn’t you guys go to the hospital?"
"Mom said we didn’t have to go, so we came back," Wendy said.
"How can you not go because Mom said so?"
Michael stood up and said to Wendy with a tone of reproach, "A burn can be serious if not treated in time."
"I’m fine, so you guys can have your meal." Mary smiled, then turned around and headed for the guest room.
The guest room was already packed and ready for Mary to stay.
"Mom, let’s eat together." Wendy looked at Mary’s back and shouted.
"I’m not eating. I suddenly feel a little sick. I want to sleep. You guys can eat." After saying that, Mary closed the door behind her.
Looking at the tightly closed door, Wendy and Michael looked at each other, both a little puzzled.
Michael went to Wendy’s side and asked in a small voice, "What’s wrong?"
Wendy was thoroughly confused and said helplessly, "I don’t know."
"Let’s eat." Michael smiled, took Wendy’s hand, and sat down on the chair.
Jake gazed at the closed door of the room. His little hands picked up an empty bowl, then filled it with some vegetables.
He got up from the table, took the bowl, grabbed cutlery, and knocked on Mary’s door.
The door was unlocked, and after knocking, Jake pushed it open and walked in.
"Grandma, you should eat before you go to sleep, or your stomach will feel uncomfortable." Jake politely put the meal on the table and then asked, "Grandma, can I eat with you?"
After saying that, Jake ran out, then took another bowl and filled it with food before bringing it into the room.
After going inside, he closed the door of the room.
When she saw such an understanding and lovely grandson, Mary’s initial gloomy mood was relieved.
When Leah saw her brother enter the guest room, she, too, left the table with a small bowl and ran in.
As she ran, she said, "Grandma, Leah is here to keep you company."
As she watched the two children leave, Wendy’s worry subsided. With the two kids around, Mary would definitely be happier too.
It would not be as ideal for her to go in and stay with Mary at this time as it would be for the two children.
When Timothy saw that two kids were gone at once, he pretended to get angry and said, "I really doted on those two kids for nothing. They said they wanted to have a good meal with me, but now they have defected."
"We will drink with you today." Michael picked up the wine on the table and poured it for Timothy as he said, "I don’t feel comfortable drinking with the kids around."
"Mr. Lucas, I know what you’re up to." Timothy laughed and said, "You want to get me drunk and then let me sleep for two or three days so I can go straight back to HG? I’m telling you, your plan won’t work. I came to Lake City today to convince Corrine."
"At the dining table, we only talk about feelings, not business." Michael avoided the subject.
"That won’t work. I’m here to talk business," Timothy spoke up.
Wendy kept her head down as she thought back to what Mary had just asked her.
Obviously, Mary could not be curious about Timothy for no reason.
If Mary wouldn’t say anything, Wendy had to ask Timothy.
She looked up at Timothy, hesitated, but asked, "Timothy, do you know my mother?"
"Your mother?" Timothy was a little confused when he heard Wendy ask this question and shook his head as he said, "No. Didn’t your mother and I just meet a little while ago? What’s wrong?"
"Nothing." Wendy didn’t know what was going on, so naturally, she wouldn’t reveal everything Mary asked her.
It was just that the more she thought about it, the more she felt that there was something strange about it.
"What’s your mother’s name again?" Timothy asked, "Mary Stewart?"
"She’s Mary Stewart. Have you heard of that name?" Wendy spoke up.
"No." Timothy frowned slightly and after a moment shook his head as he said, "I don’t think so. It doesn’t ring a bell."
"Also, it’s unlikely that you and my mother know each other."
Wendy whispered to herself, "You’ve always been in Rheinsville City, and my mom’s always been in Linton, so how could you possibly know each other?"
"It’s nothing Timothy, eat your food." Wendy smiled, gave Timothy a bowl of food, and said, "I don’t remember what you like to eat, but make yourself at home."
"You’re too polite." Timothy smiled and said, "Don’t worry, I won’t be polite at all."
At the table, Michael kept deliberately pouring Timothy’s wine.
The purpose of his visit today was too obvious.
Michael thought it would be good to get him drunk so he couldn’t talk business. But Timothy didn’t fall for it at all.
When the meal was almost finished, Timothy reached out and refused Michael’s toast. He said, "I’m not going to drink. But I’m still saying that this time, Corrine’s business must be discussed clearly. Even if you really get me drunk, even if you put me on a plane, I will still come back when I sober up."
The atmosphere that was harmonious a moment ago tensed up because of Timothy’s words.
A little overwhelmed, Wendy put down her utensils and lowered her eyes slightly.
She was afraid of Timothy talking about it, not to mention that he came in person.
