Chapter 555 Being Late (1/2)

It was indeed rare for the three generations to gather together. The old man liked children and grandchildren to be on their knees, but Mrs. Wilson felt that she was not in such a happy scene.

She didn't fit in.

Her husband didn't care about her, and her grandchildren turned a blind eye to her. Even children could make fun of her. At this moment, Mrs. Wilson felt a little sad.

God knows, from beginning to end, Lancy and Marvin did not say anything.

Because the problem between them and Mrs. Wilson had been a ”chronic disease” for many years and they had been accustomed to it. No matter what Mrs. Wilson said, as long as it was not too much, they would pretend not to hear anything.

Maybe this was what Mrs. Wilson thought she turned a blind eye to her!

Even the new Master seemed to be on par with Lancy and the others.

It had gone too far! Mrs. Wilson's mood fluctuated, even more dangerous than a roller coaster.

”Mr. Sidney, there is still a child who hasn't come yet. How about we wait for a moment?” The whole family was so happy that no one was here. What kind of happiness was this? Mrs. Wilson wanted to vent her hatred. They made her unhappy. Couldn't she fight back?

She wanted to make them happy and make their whole family happy!

Even Sherry was there. How could they forget the Myron of the Lu clan?

Mr. Sidney was obviously stunned. He frowned again and asked, ”by the way, where is Myron? Aren't you on holiday today? Where is he? ”

Carl's head began to ache again. Why did he mention Myron again?

In the past few days in the Lu clan, Carl had clearly seen the situation in the Lu mansion. Anyway, Carl would rather face the life of fighting and killing than the intrigues here!

Every sentence was seven turns and eight turns. In the Lu mansion, it was more exercise than going to the company! Carl took a deep breath and once again doubted that it was a good decision for his wife with a baby to run to her house from time to time?

Maybe, it would be more helpful for fetal education at home?

Carl seriously thought about this question, but he didn't know if he could get what he wanted in the end. Anyway, what was in front of him was the most important.

Carl was one hundred percent sure that Mrs. Wilson must have known what was on Myron's mind. Last time, when Mrs. Wilson took Mr. Sidney to a small building in the middle of the lake, she should have known, and it was one hundred percent sure.

That's right. Only Myron himself deceived himself that his secret was still a ”secret”.