Marry Ex’s Uncle After Divorcement By Jacqueline Chapter 229
Marry Ex’s Uncle After Divorcement By Jacqueline Chapter 229
“Isn’t it you who should be content now? I remember you said we could only keep one of them in this house
between Theresa and Jimmy.” retorted Charlie.
“You…” Mrs. Calsis was truck dumb. Regarding her son, she just felt him so arbitrary and willful that he could
rebut you with the tartest words when you seemed to have offended him.
Yet Charlie was wise enough to flee away with a pretext, “I’ll go for the treatment of my legs.” He then went This content is © NôvelDrama.Org.
upstairs with a glance at Theresa.
Mrs. Calsis sighed as Charlie went away. She was about to blame Theresa, but halted on second thought when
she saw the twin boys, who loved Theresa so much that any criticism aiming at Theresa would only trigger
their resentment to Mrs. Calsis.
Theresa knew it well that Mrs. Calsis had a complaint about her, and thus decided to leave in case of any
further trouble. “I’ll go upstairs too.” said she.
Mrs. Calsis looked up blandly, “OK.”
When Theresa had left, Mrs. Calsis cast a look at the two boys, just to find them so submissive today, probably
because Theresa had been with them. She then sighed at Cristina, who seemed to be stuck to her phone all day
long, “You don’t worry at all?”
“To worry about what?” Cristina was puzzled.
“Which mother could stand her kids regarding others as their mother?” explained Mrs. Calsis. She believed
Cristina should at least care about that however irresponsible she was.
Cristina twitched her mouth, “Isn’t Theresa treating them well enough?”
“How come you are still speaking for her? You are simply going mad!” Mrs. Calsis even couldn’t continue in
rage. Cristina was the last woman in the world she thought worthy of the name of a mother. Fearing Mrs. Calsis’ anger would make her doubt about the identity of the kids, Cristina hastened to explain,
“You know what a toil it is to bring up two kids? On top of the daily chores, you’ll have to stay with them in the
hospital even when there’s only a little ailment. I’ve been enduring it on my own because my family couldn’t
afford to help, and now someone finally stand out to offer her hand to me. Shouldn’t I be glad for that? Madam, you are a mother too, and I bet you can’t know that feeling better.” The last sentence was
aiming at
Mrs. Calsis, as Cristina just wanted her to know how many pains the real mother of the twin boys had taken,
even if the truth needed some time to reveal. When that day finally came, Cristina believed, the Calsises would
naturally treat Theresa better.
Yet her words only infuriated Mrs. Calsis, who started reproving, “Get out of here! I now really doubt if you’ve
gone mad. How could you be the mother of such adorable kids? How miserable their life is when they are with
you! You even have the heart to let them do the live stream! Aren’t you actually using them as a tool to make
money? No wonder Charlie wouldn’t choose you!” For the first time, Mrs. Calsis felt his son had picked the
correct option.
Seeing Mrs. Calsis flying into a fury, Cristina only twitched her mouth, “Then I’ll go home.” She had to went
back after staying in the Calsis’ Residence for a whole day since yesterday afternoon. And with the faintest
fear, she was actually quite glad to see Mrs. Calsis being so angry. That old woman had to face the music,
Cristina teased, when she should have tried to drive Theresa away!
“Cristina, are you leaving?” Ben rose up with concern, seeing her about to take the leave. Young as the boys
were, they were able to sense Cristina had been blamed. They were actually equally fond of Theresa and
Cristina, and the only difference, if any, was they would never stay here if Theresa was absent, but they
wouldn’t go with Cristina or lose temper simply because she was leaving, though they did care about her
mood.
“Ben.” Mrs. Calsis thus called him. She began to get regretful for being harsh to Cristina, though she still thought Cristina being too much as a mother.
Ben looked up, moving his eyes from Mrs. Calsis to Cristina,