An Impossible Marriage

Chapter 32

During the lunch break, Margaret left her workplace and went to Mocha Café. She noticed that the customers there were all from the upper–middle class, and the environment in the café was serene.

As soon as she stepped into the entrance, she received another text message that read: I‘m sitting at table four near the window.

Margaret glanced around the café and saw a middle–aged woman dressed in expensive black leather sitting at table four. The woman was looking at her phone with her head slightly lowered, so Margaret could not see her face clearly.

Margaret walked toward the woman and sat down across from her. “Are you Megan Jenkins‘ mother?”

After the woman lifted her head, Margaret froze at that instant.

“Yes. My name is Hannah Collins. How should I address you?” The woman, Hannah, smiled politely. Her status as a rich man‘s wife was displayed through her gracious demeanor.

Staring at the familiar yet strange face, Margaret felt as if she was being choked on the throat and could not speak.

Hannah frowned slightly. “Don‘t be so nervous. I need your help with something, but it‘s not that serious. What would you like to drink?”

Margaret clenched her fists and did not notice her nails had sunk deep into her palms. She took a while to regain her composure and said, “Let‘s skip the formalities, Mrs. Jenkins. What is it you need my help with? Just tell me directly, as I‘m busy.”

Hannah was bothered by Margaret‘s stony tone, but she maintained her facade. She gracefully picked up her coffee cup and took a sip before speaking“My daughter is in a relationship with Christopher, so please stay away from him. Judging from your outfit and appearance, I don‘t think you‘re the right fit for a gentleman like Christopher, I‘m sure he‘ll dump you in an instant when he‘s sick and tired of you. If that‘s the case, you won‘t get any benefits, will you? What is your price?”

Margaret sneered, “I would like to know how you got my contact details.”

“You don‘t have to worry about that. We can discuss the price. If not, just pretend that I‘ve never been here today.” Hannah fidgeted with the diamond ring on her finger

nonchalantly.

“I‘m just wondering why you didn‘t do a thorough background check on me and figure out my identity while you search for my contact details. You should‘ve found out who I am before you came here!” Margaret exclaimed while her voice quivered unnoticeably.

Hannah was baffled by Margaret‘s reaction as she watched the latter leave the café. She then called Megan. “You only gave me that woman‘s phone number, but have you looked into her background and found out who she is? I met her today, but she seemed unfazed when I talked about money with her. She‘s quite difficult to deal with.”

Megan snorted disdainfully and replied, “Why is it important to know that poor looking woman‘s identity? I don‘t care, Mom. You must make her vanish from Christopher‘s side! I hate her so much, and I get angry just by looking at her face!”

Hannah could never refuse Megan‘s requests. Smiling, she promised the latter before hanging up the call. Immediately after that, she dialed another number. “Investigate someone for me.” Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

After returning to the office, Margaret ignored the growls of hunger sounding from her stomach. Her head was filled with Hannah‘s face, and she could not believe that this was how she reunited with her long– lost mother. At that point, she sank into a turmoil of anger and disgust.

Many years had flown by. Margaret had already grown up and her appearance had changed. Even if Hannah could not recognize her, she could still recognize the former immediately. After all, Hannah‘s face was engraved in her mind.

Yet, there was one thing Margaret could not seem to understand. Since Hannah abandoned her when she was six years old to marry another man, Megan must be at least seven years younger than her. However, Megan did not look underaged at all.

If Hannah took such good care of Megan, even if the latter wasn‘t her biological daughter, what am I to her?

“Margaret, are you planning to work overtime and not go home?” Gavin came over to Margaret to monitor her after noticing the latter lazing around her desk.

Margaret sat up straight and continued working without even batting Gavin an eye, causing the latter‘s expression to darken, “Your husband is so daring. He visited our company just to kick me in my stomach. Let me get this straight, Margaret. As long as you work here, you must do whatever I ask you to. I want you to learn that there

are consequences to your actions!”