Chapter 8: Old Mrs. Miller
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Hans snorted and sat up straight again.
He started the engine, stepped on the gas pedal, and sped away.
The inertia threw Jennifer forward forcefully. She grabbed the armrest hastily and chafed her hand. However, her palm was far less painful than what she felt in her heart.
Half an hour later, the car stopped outside a three-story house halfway up the mountain.
The Miller family house was originally an old mansion from the Rivera era. Just last year, Hans spent good money to rebuild it inside and out. Now the mansion had a brand new look.
There was a secluded path outside with flowers planted on both sides. Jennifer followed behind Hans, passing through the cobblestone path to the main house.
Before they got close, a servant came out to greet them.
"Mr. Miller, Miss Miller, you guys are finally here. Mrs. Miller has been waiting for you!"
Jennifer was fifteen years old when she was welcomed into Miller's family. Although she had no blood relation with the Miller's family, she was like a daughter to the old Mrs. Miller. She almost changed her family name to Miller.
For the older servants, she was Miss Miller to them.
Moreover, maybe Jennifer would become the young Mrs. Miller soon.
"Aunt Mary! I miss you so much!"
Seeing the old servant, Jennifer immediately ran over and hugged her like a bird out of her cage. Tears were filling her eyes.
"Aunt Mary misses you too! My dear, ever since you left the family house to live with young Mr. Miller, I have been thinking about you all the time." Caressing Jennifer's back, the elder woman looked at Hans, who was standing not far away with his suit in his arms.
There was a coldness behind his almond-shaped eyes as if he had a mint in his mouth. He stood there with a faint smile, looking cold and distant.
Jennifer was the best at faking it, no one else even came close to her.
Fortunately, he had completely seen through her and would no longer be deceived by her innocent look again!
"Anyway, I suppose Mr. Miller will not treat you badly." Aunt Mary whispered, her eyes darting between Hans and Jennifer. She probed, "Right?"
Jennifer's smile paused for a moment.
Just then, Hans walked behind her, put his hands into his pockets, and said to the servant in a joking tone.
"Aunt Mary, your partiality is too obvious. Look at her chubby and healthy complexion, does it look like I mistreated her ?"
He glanced at her leisurely. "Not only did I not mistreat her, but I even gave her special treatment"
He deliberately emphasised the word 'special'.
Jennifer was still processing the "chubby and healthy complexion" part when she was embarrassed by Hans's following remark.
Mary noticed the imperceptible changes in their facial expressions.
She laughed awkwardly to lighten the mood. "That's good! That's good! Aunt Mary is still looking forward to a chubby baby boy from the two of you soon!"
"..." Jennifer's face turned pale again. She subconsciously looked up at Hans who was taller than her.
She wanted to get pregnant, but Hans never gave her a chance.
Hearing this, Hans kept his smile and did not have much of a reaction, but his tone grew cold. "We will... try harder!"
At the same time, a joyful, elderly voice suddenly came from the inside of the house. "Jennifer? Is Jennifer here? You are finally back! Come in quick and let me take a good look at you!"
...
As soon as Jennifer entered the house, she saw Mrs. Miller sitting in the centre of the hall, wearing a beautiful dress with floral patterns. Time and tide did not leave any wrinkles on her face. Instead, it was fair and delicate.
"Grandma!"
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