My Destined Lover

In the afternoon, the Millers quickly sent someone to inform the Taylors of the matter.

“Really? Mr. Miller’s grandson is going to stay at our house for a few days?”

Mrs. Taylor was so happy that she immediately turned to Jones and said, “Quick! Go pack… No, decorate the guest room and get it ready.”

The Millers were second only to the Browns, and Jones, knowing the importance of the matter, answered quickly, “Ma’am, I’ll get right on it!” She was just about to pack up, but she suddenly remembered something and snapped back, “Ma’am, aren’t you forgetting something…”

Mrs. Taylor didn’t know what Jones was talking about and was very unhappy with her question, “What could be more important than entertaining Arthur well?”

“Laura.” Jones lowered his voice, “She is an illegitimate daughter. If outsiders know of her existence…”

It dawned on Mrs. Taylor. It’s too humiliating to bring an illegitimate daughter back to live with them, “I don’t need you to remind me of this, I have arrangements.”

Jones bowed out very humbly.

As soon as Jones left, Mrs. Taylor knocked on Mr. Taylor’s study.

“Honey, you’ve been working all morning. Have some porridge I cooked.” She carried a steaming bowl and placed it on the desk.Text © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

Mr. Taylor reacted coldly, tapping his fingers on the keyboard, “Got it. If you have nothing to do, go out and leave me alone.”

Mrs. Taylor frowned slightly – there it was again. This extremely impatient attitude towards her. Sometimes she couldn’t help but wonder if Mr. Taylor had fallen out of love with her and had been charmed by a bitch…

Mrs. Taylor forced down the doubt in her heart and laughed, “Arthur is coming to our house tomorrow. Should we get Laura to stay in the old house for a few days?”

Mr. Taylor’s stared at the computer screen, “Don’t ask me about that. Go ask Dad.”

Mrs. Taylor’s smile disappeared – How could Dad possibly agree?

Mrs. Taylor left the study reluctantly.

She approached old Mr. Taylor with the attitude of trying and told him what she thought. Undoubtedly, she was met with a scornful response from old Mr. Taylor.

“What? Is my granddaughter that shameful? What’s the matter with my granddaughter that she has to be driven to live in the old house when guests come to visit?”

Old Mr. Taylor could see that Mrs. Taylor had tricks in mind – not to stay for a few days, but she wanted Laura never to come back!

“Fine, none of you care about my granddaughter. I will take care of her by myself!” old Mr. Taylor sneered, “I’ll move into the old house with Laura!”

“Dad, no…” Mrs. Taylor pretended to persuade him, but she was really relieved. No matter how it went, Laura was finally sent away. As for old Mr. Taylor, he didn’t like her, so she gave up trying to please him.

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Laura followed old Mr. Taylor back to the old house, and the news was passed on to Carl immediately.

“Just because I sent Arthur to stay with the Taylors for a few days, they kicked Laura back to the old house?” Carl pinched the photo and looked at Laura, carrying the suitcase, only to find it unbelievable.

The irony on his face, as he thought of something, slowly turned to guilt.