The Villain's Wife

The Villain’s Wife 647 Uncultured

"I told you we shouldn’t have let them leave! It’s been more than an hour! Almost two hours! She’s a small woman! Does she really need more than an hour to eat?" Charlotte complained. "This is all your fault!"

Mrs. Brooke snorted in response. She folded her arms across her chest and stared at the closed gates in front of her. An hour was not really too long to eat and she completely understood this. However, this woman next to her had been complaining about it for a few minutes now.

She closed her eyes as she let out a deep sigh. Being with Charlotte was so taxing, it is draining her mental capabilities. No wonder, Adalind hated her mother.

"This woman is too much. How could she let us wait outside of her house? Basic human courtesy— "

"It is her right not to let us in." Mrs. Brooke chimed in. "Her house. Her rules." She added, making sure to use the simplest words to make this woman understand her point.

"Why are you so calm about this? You saw what happened to Adalind! This is all Lily’s fault. Adalind treated you like a mother. How could you side with Lily?"

"Mrs. Swanson... what happened to Adalind was not Lily’s fault and we all know that. It’s not like she pushed her. Your daughter followed a man— a happily married man. She already promised us to avoid a scandal while staying here. Even her father was unhappy about her previous actions. But look at what she did?"

Mrs. Brooke continued, "She tried to seduce a married man and when she was unsuccessful she pretended to fall hoping he would catch her. And now you are saying that it was the wife’s fault?" She gave a sarcastic chuckle. "No wonder your daughter thinks that her actions were right. You really should stop letting her get her way."

"Do you really think you have the right to lecture me about children? Someone who’s never had one does not have the right to lecture me about parenting." Charlotte said smugly. "You are not a mother. Therefore... you are not a woman. Stop pretending that you are so righteous and that you are always in the right."

Mrs. Brooke ignored Charlotte’s words. She looked out of the car and stared at the unopened gates again. Talking to a woman like this would only make her dumb. A woman like Charlotte would never understand why she chose not to have kids and Mrs. Brooke did not need to make this woman understand her reasoning behind it.

She slowly shifted her gaze towards the blond beside her. Typical bimbo, she sneered inwardly. A racist woman who thinks too highly of herself. Someone too entitled, a person who thought that whatever they did was reasonable and right.

A knock sounded on her window, interrupting her thoughts. Seeing that it was the man who talked to the agent earlier, she instantly opened her side of the window. "Mrs. Brooke, Mrs. Swanson, please come inside, the Madam will talk to you now."

"What took her so long? You know... this is really disrespectful. She did not even let us in! Typical uncultured asian woman!" Before Mrs. Brooke could say anything, Charlotte already beat her to it. Ranting about what Lily did. She gritted her teeth, irritation flashing in her eyes. This Charlotte was really too stupid.

How the hell did the woman survive this long in the higher echelons of society?

She glared at her, warning her to stop talking. But it was futile. Charlotte started ranting about Asian cultures and how this disrespect would be known in her circle of friends.

"Mrs. Swanson is truly funny," the man who was dressed like a Chef sneered. "Have you seen the port approach the ship?" the man asked, rendering Mrs. Swanson speechless. "It is always the other way around."

He added, "Since it is you who need something, you need to wait and be respectful." He then left without waiting for them to follow him.

"What does he mean by that?" Charlotte looked at Mrs. Brooke. In response, she shrugged. Charlotte’s stupidity was no longer her fault. She then walked out of the car and followed the man towards the house.

"Hey! Wait for me!" Mrs. Brooke heard Charlotte called behind her. But she never stopped walking. To be honest, she does not want to associate herself with this woman anymore.

All she wanted was to finish the business here, buy a good house for Adalind then just go home and never see this woman again.

"Hey! Can you stop walking too fast?"

Mrs. Brooke heard Charlotte complain behind her. ’That’s what you get for wearing a six inch stilettos,’ she muttered inwardly while rolling her eyes. Seriously, both of them knew that this house was sitting on top of a hill. Who would wear their Louboutins in a place like this?

After a few seconds of walking, the house finally came to their view. It wasn’t big but the authority that the house seemed to have was enough to attract anyone’s attention. ’No wonder Adalind liked it’, she thought.

"Please sit down. The Madam will come down soon. I will prepare refreshments for you." The man pointed at the chairs and tables under an oak tree. He then walked in the other direction without even waiting for them to take their seats.

"So disrespectful." Charlotte said. "How could everyone here be so disrespectful? Why is even Adalind staying in this place? You should just tell her father to make Adalind go home." She grumbled and sat on one of the chairs.

"Since we arrived, you have been complaining about everything and everyone endlessly. Since you really hate this place, why don’t you leave ahead of me?" Mrs. Brooke sat on the vacant seat next to Charlotte.

"Yeah... You have no idea how much I want to just go home and leave this godforsaken place as soon as I can."

Mrs. Brooke sneered. When Charlotte saw her daughter when they arrived a couple of days ago, she instantly told Adalind how she loved Hong Kong and their culture. And yet behind her daughter’s back she was acting like this. What a terrible human being, she thought.

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