Daddy! Come Home for Dinner!

Chapter 829: Chapter 829: Driven to Death by this Stupid Son_1

“How was the little one supposed to have a good impression of them?

The youngster wasn’t much exposed to people around him. Even though he was smart, he didn’t have much experience in conversing and understanding the underlying implications in their words.

He needed to have experience, after learning certain social subtleties, in order to grasp the nuances hidden within their words.

Regarding Mila Harrison’s words, the little one instinctively felt that they were not spoken in goodwill.

Yet, he didn’t have the experience to respond to such words, so he simply obediently sat beside Samson Zhekova.

Samson Zhekova had just been listening to Gabriel Zhekova speaking, and since he wasn’t qualified to interject, he got a bit bored. So he peeled a lot of melon seeds for the little one to pass the time.

Now, he has peeled enough to fill a small plate.

Samson Zhekova felt sorry for the little one, who was experiencing such negativity on their first meeting.

Also, he didn’t know how to respond to Mila Harrison’s remarks.

How was such a young child, not even five years old yet, supposed to deal with this kind of difficulty?

Samson Zhekova handed the plate full of peeled melon seeds to little Morgan Zhekova. “Here, your third uncle peeled these for you.”

The little one was extremely delighted, feeling a strong sense of kindness from this gesture.

He blushed and said to Samson Zhekova, “Thank you, third uncle, you’re really nice!”

Samson Zhekova broke into a grin and whispered, “So does that make me the best in the world to you?”

The little one glanced around.

All the attention of his great grandfather, great grandmother, grandfather, grandmother, and his father was focused on Gabriel Zhekova and Mila Harrison.

So, they probably hadn’t noticed him.

Little Morgan then nodded and said, “Third uncle, you are the best to me in the world.”

After a pause, the little one whispered to Samson Zhekova, “Third Uncle, I think the two of us…are…what was that…?”

No matter how smart Samson Zhekova was, he couldn’t make out what the little one was trying to say from his ambiguous words.

“It’s an idiom.” The little one held up four fingers, “four words.”

Samson Zhekova: “…”

Was his nephew playing a guessing game with him?

“It was something like…like…” The little guy racked his brains and exclaimed, “It means we met too late!”

“Fate has made us meet too late?” Samson Zhekova asked.

“Yes, yes, yes!” The little one quickly nodded his head, “Yes, that’s it, Fate has made us meet too late.”

Samson Zhekova, as if having found a kindred spirit, patted the little one’s shoulder, “I felt the exact same way the moment I met you. I immediately liked you!”

Aria Evans: “…”

Aria Evans felt a twitch at the corner of her mouth as she was nearly irritated to death by her son’s naive behavior.

What can be done about this?

Her husband was now set on being truly innocent and naive, although he was a genuine wolf in sheep’s clothing.

But their son was truly naive and innocent.

In this state, how can he find a girlfriend?

How could someone be so pure and naive to become friends with a five-year-old child?

Cindy Clarke watched the interaction between Samson Zhekova and the little one and also gave a smile.

She then said to Mila Harrison, “Aunt Mila, you’re really too kind. The thought and effort you put into the gift for Morgan, how can it be criticized?”

Mila Harrison smiled, thinking that Adrian Zhekova’s wife was not a pushover at all.

This was evident from Cindy Clarke’s response to Gabriel Zhekova’s words.

Initially, after hearing Gabriel Zhekova’s words, she thought Cindy Clarke would have been cornered by his narrative.

It would have been hard to shake it off.

After all, when a person is pushed to a certain extent, it is hard to maintain a sensible and positive mindset to counter such attacks.

But interestingly, Cindy Clarke was able to utter such convincing words in such a short span of time, making Gabriel Zhekova, who was supposed to have the upper hand, fall to the defensive side.

It was because of Cindy Clarke’s words that the elders and Maverick Zhekova began voicing their criticisms.

Otherwise, it would have been rather difficult for the criticisms from the elders and Maverick Zhekova to be made.

But she had merely been a spectator at the time and didn’t become too involved, so she hadn’t felt the full force of facing Cindy Clarke’s capabilities.

But now, having heard Cindy Clarke’s reply to her, Mila Harrison had truly felt it.

Luckily, it was just one sentence. If Cindy Clarke had spoken even more, perhaps she would have appeared foolish.

Mila Harrison’s smile faded slightly but she then realized that it was not surprising at all.

Cindy Clarke, coming from an ordinary background, so unassuming that she might be compared to Cinderella herself. @@novelbin@@

Yet, she was able to marry into the wealthy Zhekova family, into a union with Adrian Zhekova.

This wouldn’t have been possible if she was simple-minded.

Never underestimate Cindy Clarke.

To think people like them, having grown up in the family business where calculating and scheming was a norm, had grown accustomed to it.

And yet, Cindy Clarke, a common folk would hardly have any such exposure to it.

Even the fact that she was so young, being barely 25 years old and hadn’t even celebrated her birthday.

She was cunning and shrewd, as much as any old fox around here.

Right at that moment, Aunt Evans came out wearing an apron and told everyone that lunch was ready.

Everyone then proceeded to the dining room.

After everyone was seated, Aria Evans initially wanted to ask when the Cooking Competition would take place next.

She and Jayden Zhekova planned to provide support on-site, but Gabriel Zhekova had mentioned earlier about Cindy Clarke withdrawing from the competition.

The topic of the Cooking Competition wasn’t a pleasant one, so Aria Evans decided to let the matter rest for the time being.

“Ethan, how have you been recently?” asked the Old Madam to Ethan Zhekova.

Ethan Zhekova was also working at Gabriel Zhekova’s company, serving as the deputy CEO.

But Gabriel Zhekova had a habit of being somewhat obstinate and hard-headed.

Even if Ethan Zhekova expressed any suggestions, Gabriel Zhekova wouldn’t listen as long as they contradicted his own decisions or thoughts.

Otherwise, Ethan Zhekova firmly believed that the company wouldn’t be performing so poorly.

The company’s performance wouldn’t have left a loophole for the old folks and Maverick Zhekova to pick on.

At this moment, Ethan Zhekova gave a light smile and said, “Not bad, everything is going somewhat smoothly.”

“I’ve been promoted at the company,” said Ethan Zhekova. “I’ve noticed the issues with the company’s performance that Uncle just mentioned.”

“So, I’ve been studying and trying to come up with some plans,” said Ethan Zhekova.

Ethan Zhekova thought to himself, he hadn’t been at the company for many years anyway.

When he first joined, he was concerned about people possibly not respecting him.

So, he started from the position of a department manager.

Over these years, through his credentials and by virtue of being a member of the Zhekova family,

He slowly climbed from a department manager to a deputy general manager, then to general manager,

Only this year, had he been promoted to the position of vice-president.

In his previous lower positions, he didn’t have much say in the company’s decisions, despite being a Zhekova.

Even though he had just been promoted to vice-president recently, Gabriel was still ruling over him.

His situation hadn’t improved much.

By saying what he said now, Ethan wasn’t worried about the old folks thinking he was incompetent.”