Twins in Her Womb: Sir President, Please be Gentle

Chapter 3339 Have Sophian Take Over Aunt Nelle's Job

"What do you mean 'suppose so?" Allison hated vague answers like that.

The more uncertain she was about how Old Master Crawford felt about Luca, the more she wanted to know.

"Where's the car key?" asked Allison.

"Madam Allison, what do you need the car keys for?" asked Aunt Neile, already knowing the answer but trying to delay her.

"Of course, I'm going to Crawford Manor. Old Master Crawford is the strictest with Luke, and I can't let him ruin everything because of a woman." Allison was already planning ahead.

She was worried that the old master would not like how Luke was behaving and that he might strip him of his power. A wave of panic washed over her.

"Madam Allison, it's already too late to go to Crawford Manor now," Aunt Nelle quickly said. " If you drive over there now, they'll already be having dinner. If you go now, Old Master Crawford will just scold you for being disrespectful. You just came back. It'd be better not to upset him, right?"

Allison paused for a moment. The timing was indeed awkward.

They were probably still eating dinner and had not finished yet.

If she showed up at this time, it would be fine if she were a guest, but the old master would definitely scold her. She sat back down on the couch. "Does Luke often bring Luca back there?"

"Not often, just occasionally," replied Aunt Neile.

"What nonsense," muttered Allison, clenching her teeth. She knew she could not do anything about it. Luke was even harder to handle than his own father, Zachary.

Previously, Old Master Crawford could at least somewhat control Zachary. Even if he was wild, it was not extreme.

However, Luke was different.

Even though Old Master Crawford was still the head of the Crawford family, he was getting old. His control over the younger generation had decreased significantly.

Otherwise, how could Luke bring another woman into his house and even take her to Crawford Manor for dinner while still being married on paper?

Aunt Neile, who had grown accustomed to Allison's temper, shook her head and quietly said, "Madam Allison, why don't you have dinner first?"

"How could I have any appetite right now?" snapped Allison. She thought about how much time and effort she had spent just to enter the Crawford family, earn Old Master Crawford's approval, and become Zachary's wife-even if she was not his legal wife.

She had gone through so much to have a child, even hiding her identity for years before eventually finding the child again. She suffered all that to finally join the Crawford family.

Still, she was not legally acknowledged, and that was why she was always treated as inferior

to Susan.

Allison had enough of living that way, but for the sake of wealth and status, she had to endure it.

Luca had not done anything-not even given Luke a son or daughter-and yet she had already earned Old Master Crawford's approval...

The thought of it made Allison's anger flare up inside.

Aunt Neile felt helpless.

If Allison did not eat now, she would just complain about the food being too cold later. She could only quietly ask, "Madam Allison, do you have business with Ms. Craw?"

Allison shot her a sideways glance. "She's my son's women now. Can't I find her if there's no particular reason?*

Aunt Neile shook her head.

"She's my son's woman. She should be serving me and listening to me. But now, they're out there enjoying themselves, leaving me all alone at home. Is that right?" Allison's words were tinged with resentment.

It was as though she had truly been abandoned by Luke and Luca.

Aunt Neile had no choice but to patiently respond, "Madam, even if it's not ideal, you can't go hungry. Why don't you have dinner first?"

Allison felt a wave of Imitation. After thinking it over, she realized that Aunt Nelle was not a live-in maid. If she did not eat now, by the time she got hungry later, no one would be there to make her anything.

Luca, being doted on by Luke, would not make dinner for her.

With this in mind, Allison's desire to have Sophian take over Aunt Neile's job grew stronger. She thought to herself that she needed to talk to Luke about this.

Also, she was determined to persuade him.

Aunt Neile might not be available all the time, but Sophian could be, making it more convenient for her to be looked after.

Allison stood up. "Bring the dinner here."

"Yes, Madam Allison" replied Aunt Neile as she hurried to the kitchen.

Even though Allison was the only one eating, Aunt Neile prepared a lavish dinner, knowing that if Allison had the chance, she would try to find fault.

Allison stared at the spread of food and frowned. The loose skin on her face wrinkled even more, making her look even more intimidating.

Aunt Neile cautiously asked, "Madam Allison, is there something wrong with the food?"

"Of course, there's something wrong!" Allison pointed at the table full of dishes. "Why prepare so much when I'm the only one eating? Isn't this just a waste?"

Aunt Nelle was at a loss for words...

"These are all dishes you like," said Aunt Neile

"So what if I like them?" Allison was clearly displeased. "I enjoy them, but I'm the only one here, and I can't finish it all. What, are you thinking that since I can't finish, you'll take it home

to your family?"

Aunt Neile was rendered speechless. Even though Allison's situation was not caused by illness, with the way things are, Aunt Neile would not even dare eat the food Allison already had.

The truth was, Aunt Neile had been working for the Crawford family for over 20 years and had never done something like that.

Unless the head of the family explicitly requested her to do so, no matter how fancy or expensive the food, if it was not finished, it was always thrown away and never taken home.

"No, Madam Allison. If you can't finish it, I'll throw it away. I won't take it or keep it for tomorrow," explained Aunt Neile.

"How do I know if you're telling the truth?" retorted Allison. "I've seen a maid walk out with a trash bag, but it was full of food!"

"And even if you throw it away, it's still wasteful," Allison continued. "I won't allow waste."

"Yes, Madam Allison. I'll be more careful next time." Aunt Neile swallowed her frustration in silence.

Arguing with Allison never led to a solution.

Allison snorted coldly and picked up her cutlery, eating her dinner with clear disdain.

"I don't know what Luke is thinking, letting you come here. You can't cook as well as Crawford Manor's chefs. You're slow, and you even twisted your back just moving luggage.

You're useless."

Aunt Neile quietly endured the criticism. Inside, she felt a pang of sadness. Being treated with such disdain by Allison was no easy thing.

Still, she did not want to say anything at the moment. She would just wait for Allison to finish eating, clean up, and then pretend to be busy with other things while waiting for Luca to come home.

As long as she did not linger in front of Allison, the chances of being scolded would be much lower.

As Allison spoke, she picked up a plece of meat and put it into her mouth. Her taste buds instantly seemed to spark.

This tasted... quite good?

She did not expect Aunt Neile to be such a good cook. However, thinking about what she

had just said, she could not be self-contradictory. Hence, she pretended to be displeased as she ate.

Aunt Nelle was confused. All of this was made according to the recipes Luca had given her.

Were they really that bad?

She had followed the recipes exactly, and everyone else had said the food tasted good...

Aunt Neile began to suspect that Allison was just being picky on purpose. She decided not to take her words to heart. It would make things a lot easier for her.