Love After Marriage: Mr. Lancaster's Hidden Wife

Chapter 233 Yvonne's Persistence

Mrs. Frey frowned in dissatisfaction. She wanted to vent her anger out on Yvonne, but she suppressed her urge when she thought about the fact that she still needed to rely on her daughter for money matters. She forced herself to reply patiently, "Yes, your brother's girlfriend is pregnant. They’re about to get married, but we have no money for the wedding or buying a new house. You see..."

Soon, Yvonne’s heart sank. "For the wedding and a new house?”

"Yes." Mrs. Frey nodded repeatedly.

Yvonne's hand trembled slightly as she held the phone in her hand. "Why are you asking me for such money? Jason is getting married. You're his parents. I f he doesn't have any money, shouldn't you be helping him with that? As his sister, I can certainly pay some o f it, but I don’t have the obligation to help him with that. Do you understand that?”

Mrs. Frey's facial expression worsened. "What? So you're not going to help. Is that it?"

Yvonne lowered her eyes. "Mom, I have no money. How can I help him? Although I'm married to the Lancasters, what the Lancasters own has nothing to d o with me. You know about it perfectly well."

Mrs. Frey sneered. "I do know that. But you're the young mistress of the Lancasters. I don't believe that my son-in-law would not give you a penny.” Mrs. Frey mocked Yvonne coldly.

Yvonne smiled bitterly. "Mom, you're right. He does indeed give me not a penny."

Three years ago, Henry disliked her, and he did not even want to meet her. He was sure that she married him for his money. So how was it possible that'd he give her any money?

Besides, she had no intention to ask for money from him.

She still owned him a few hundred thousand dollars. She did not even know how to pay that off.

"What did you say?" Mrs. Frey was shocked. "Didn't he give you money?"

Yvonne nodded. "Yes, that’s right. If you don't believe me., You can go and ask him about it in person."

"This..." Mrs. Frey was out of options now.

She knew that her daughter had signed a prenup with Henry. But it was beyond her expectation that the Lancasters did indeed give her daughter not even a penny.

It was true that the wealthy people were very stingy. It had been three years now, and the Lancasters did not even help their in-laws.

"So Mom, I really can't help you this time around," said Yvonne in exhaustion.

But Mrs. Frey still did not give up easily. "Although you’ve got no money, you’re still their daughter- in-law no matter what. You can ask for money from him. It's impossible that he won't give it to you."

"You want me to go and ask him about it." Yvonne was outraged. "How?"

"Certainly you can go and ask for money from him directly. If he refuses, you just go to his company and ask him about it. Let his employees know that he doesn't even give his wife any money. He’ll definitely b e humiliated. Certainly, he’ll give you money by then." Mrs. Frey suggested an idea to her.

Yvonne was deeply infuriated. "Mom, what are you talking about now? Even if you want to give a suggestion, you shouldn’t give me such a bad idea. If I do that, what would the others think about him and the Lancaster Group? The Lancaster Group's reputation will be ruined. Then, I'll be condemned for what I did. Henry will then hate me and want to divorce me."

"What? Is... it so serious?" Mrs. Frey was stunned.

Yvonne closed her eyes and forced herself to suppress her anger. "If not, what do you think?"

"I thought that we’d be able to get money that way..." said Mrs. Frey weakly.

Yvonne was engulfed in deep sadness. "Money. You know nothing but money. Is money so very important t o you? I've almost given you around forty thousand dollars all this while. But how about you? Have you ever cared about me? You never cared about me since I was young. Am I even your daughter?”

"B*tch! What nonsense are you talking about?" Mrs. Frey seemed to have been infuriated all of a sudden. She scolded Yvonne sternly. "If you're not my daughter, whose daughter are you?"

Yvonne did not notice that something was wrong. She smiled bitterly. "Since I'm your daughter, why do you treat me like this? Why don’t you ever care about me?"

"You're just my daughter. If you were my son, certainly I'd be nicer to you." Mrs. Frey averted her gaze and dodged her questions.

Yvonne bit her lips tightly. "So just because I'm not your son, you treat me like this."

"That's enough. Why do you have to bring this up? You better think of a way to get money from my son-in-law. It's around a hundred fifty thousand dollars if we include the expenses for the wedding and buying a house. You..."

"What?" Yvonne interrupted her in shock. "A hundred fifty thousand dollars? Why don't you go and rob a bank?"

"B*tch! What is there to be so surprised about?" Mrs. Frey scolded her in dissatisfaction. "How about a hundred fifty thousand dollars? Is it too much? If my son-in-law takes out a small amount of

his money, it's certainly more than this. Besides, you're his sister and brother-in-law. You should really help Jason given that we're not wasting money extravagantly now. Certainly my son-in-law will agree to it."

"I don't know whether he'll agree to it. But I won’t care about it. If you really want to help him, go and borrow money for him. If not, just go and get a marriage certificate at the Civil Affairs Bureau. I won't tell Henry about it, and I’ll never ask for money from him," said Yvonne persistently.

Mrs. Frey was angry now. "B*tch! What did you say? You won't ask for money from him. Do you want to see your brother's baby being aborted? That girl said that she'll definitely go for an abortion if we don't provide any wedding gift or house."

"Then just go for an abortion. After all, you don't even have the money to raise the baby. Why do you want to keep the baby? But I’m curious to see if that girl will indeed go for an abortion." After that, Yvonne hung up the phone directly in frustration. She then switched off her phone.

She did not know why she had such parents. They never cared about her, and they did not even love her. They just knew how to trouble her, asking for money from her.

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'If that's the case, I'll rather that I was not born into the Freys. But there're no ifs in this world.'

As she was thinking about that, she became quite exhausted. She threw the phone aside and curled herself into a ball on the sofa. She then watched the T V across from her in a daze.

It was showing the latest popular comedy. But she was gloomy, so she could not even smile.

At that moment, she heard some noises from the door.

Yvonne looked up in doubt and looked toward the door.

The door was opened and a slightly plump figure was seen entering the apartment. The person was holding a bag of ingredients and a small suitcase.

She heaved a soft sigh of relief when she saw that person. She was relaxed.

She thought that it was Mrs. Frey and Jason.

But it was rather impossible since they did not know her current living place.

However, she became rather sensitive because of the phone call just now.

"Sue." Yvonne suppressed her inner feelings and forced a smile. She greeted Sue.

Sue smiled when she saw Yvonne. "Madam, you're here."

"I’m always here. But why did you come here? You even brought along a lot of ingredients with you. Besides, what about this suitcase?" Yvonne got up and went to help Sue with that suitcase. She asked

curiously.

Sue said with a smile, "Sir asked me to send the ingredients over. As for this suitcase, sir asked me to send it here too. It's filled with his clothes."

"Wait. His clothes?" Yvonne was stunned. She seemed to understand something. She soon widened her eyes, "Does... he want to move out here?"