Daddy! Come Home for Dinner!

“I don’t want to wait until that time comes, and then argue with them because of this trivial matter, and delay Cindy and me getting our marriage certificate.”

“And since we’ve already anticipated it, how can we not take any action and wait for that day to come?” Adrian Zhekova stated it wasn’t something he’d do.

How could one transfer Cindy’s household registration without going through the Clarke Family?

Others may not be able to do it, but that doesn’t mean Adrian Zhekova can’t.

At this time, Nork City.

Christy Xenos was eating sunflower seeds while watching the video Cindy uploaded on CouTube.

She watched Cindy’s videos whenever she had free time these days.

And she watched them seriously without fast-forwarding.

Watching the video’s background, looking at the brands of small household appliances, knives, kitchenware that Cindy used, and then checking the prices on online platforms.

To see if Cindy was as poor as she claimed to be.

The more she checked, the more Christy felt she was being deceived.

The prices of those things were not cheap.

Could Cindy really afford them while being so poor?

Of course, it might also be like what Cindy claimed, just using them for advertising by the brand, not making much money herself.

But would Christy Xenos voluntarily find a reasonable excuse for Cindy?

Of course not.

Christy believed that the possibility of Cindy having money was greater.

With disgust, she continued to watch Cindy’s videos.

She has never favored this younger daughter.

Looking at Cindy’s face for a while, she felt annoyed.

She was eating sunflower seeds, watching Cindy’s video without interest.

Suddenly, a child appeared in the video.

But only the hand was shown.

Unable to see the face, Christy couldn’t tell if the child was a boy or a girl.

In the video, the plump little white hand suddenly appeared and grabbed a chicken wing.

It never appeared again after that.

The barrage of comments floated by: “So cute!”

“Is this Cindy’s son?”

“It must be Cindy’s son!”

“Yes, Cindy has a son, old fans know that.”

“Who is that child? Is it a relative’s child?”

“Don’t ask any further; can’t you see the barrage? It’s Cindy’s son.”

“Cindy’s son never appears in the videos, but sometimes you can catch a glimpse of his little hand.”

“It all started when the little guy messed with Cindy’s videos. That scene couldn’t be cut, so it had to be left in, unexpectedly becoming a hidden gem.”

“But Cindy rarely lets the little one appear, not even a little hand.”

“Cindy wants to protect her child.”

“Cindy is a single mother.”

“Cindy is really good, she’s a great mom.”

Christy quickly pressed pause.

She threw away the sunflower seeds in her palm and rushed to find Wendy Clarke.

“Wendy!” Christy burst into Wendy’s study room, “Wendy, look at this.”

In the study room, Wendy was wearing a silk nightgown.

It was a deep V-neck with spaghetti straps, and she wore a matching silk robe over it.

Although she tied the robe, the neckline was casually open, revealing a hint of the deep V-neck inside.

The half-hidden look was captivating.

If it was just her alone, it wouldn’t matter.

But at this moment, Wendy was video chatting with someone on her mobile phone.

A phone holder was on her desk.

Her mobile phone was placed in the holder.

Christy didn’t knock when she came in, she just pushed the door open.

Wendy hadn’t locked the door.

She didn’t expect someone to barge in without knocking.

“Wendy—” Christy’s exclamation was cut off abruptly.

Wendy paused for a moment, looking surprised.

Still, she managed to give a charming smile to the person on the phone, saying, “Sorry, I have some things to deal with. Let’s talk later.”

After that, she ended the video call.

Then she adjusted her collar and said unhappily, “Mom, why didn’t you knock before coming in?”

“I discovered something big, so I forgot.” Christy quickly explained.

“Mom, you can’t always do this. I need privacy! You suddenly barged in, which left me unprepared.” Wendy frowned.

“I know, I’ll be careful next time.” Christy had no choice but to say.

“You always say that, but you never pay attention.” Wendy complained.

If things go on like this, she’ll have to move out.

Nothing is convenient with her mom around.

Christy quickly apologized, “I really know now, I won’t do this again, I’ll be careful in the future. It’s just that the thing I discovered this time is really so big, and it made me overlook the fact.”

After that, Christy suddenly asked, “Wendy, who were you video chatting with just now? Why are you… dressed like that?”

“What do you mean ‘dressed like that’?” Wendy immediately replied unhappily, “I’m just wearing my pajamas at home.”

Christy glanced at her collar, which was now neatly adjusted.

Seeing Christy’s gaze, Wendy had to explain, “I know the trust-fund baby from Belfard, his family has some influence in Belfard. I was chatting with him about Belfard’s situation, there’s a lot of things we need to ask for his help when we open a restaurant in Belfard.”

“How did you get to know him?” Christy’s eyes brightened, asking surprisedly.

“Didn’t Erica Yves introduce me to Ella Doone, the richest Businessman in Nork City’s daughter?” Wendy explained, “She just returned to the country, and she came back with a few of her classmates. They didn’t rush to go home; they decided to visit Nork City and then leave. One of them is a trust-fund baby from Belfard.”

“We definitely need his connections in Belfard when we open a restaurant there.” Wendy said, “So I’ve been trying to build a good relationship with him, so I can ask for his help.”

“His family in Belfard has a big name; they’re not ordinary wealthy families.” Wendy added.

Christy’s eyes lit up, “Really? That’s great.”

“Since he’s Ella’s classmate, he must be quite young, right?” Christy realized some other benefits.

“He’s the same age as me.” Wendy smiled faintly, apparently thinking the same way as Christy.

“That’s perfect.” Christy quickly said, “Wendy, are you two…?”

“Not yet,” Wendy replied, “but it seems that he might be interested in me.”

“You must seize this opportunity then.” Christy held Wendy’s hand, excitedly urging her, “It’s rare that he’s young, and his family has a certain influence in Belfard.”

“I know,” Wendy replied, “there are too many capable people in Belfard, and there are also many powerful families. Ordinary wealthy families are nothing in Belfard. Belfard is a place where you can accidentally bump into an influential person just walking on the streets.”