One Meet By Chance novel Chapter 457

"Lydia, you have said that it is impolite to get involved in other people's family affairs. Then why do you suddenly say that? Do you want my Grandpa Harris to misunderstand my mother or you want to slander her?"

Bruce pulled a long face while Brain nodded.

"Yes. Are you trying to sow dissension between us? What are you up to?"

Brain's hands akimbo and his mouth pouted. Harris, who had not yet gone far, was already unhappy. He heard that Teresa had educated the two children like this, and they were even so impolite to teach the guests a lesson. Lydia just couldn't stand Teresa's behavior, so she said something, but why did it become to sow discord?

"I... I didn't mean that. Enrique, Teresa, I... I really didn't mean that."

Hearing this, Lydia waved her hands, and tears instantly flashed in her eyes. Harris turned around abruptly, picked up the plate on the table and threw it to the ground.

"Teresa, I have always thought that you are a good girl. Since you have given birth to two boys for our Shen Family, I think Enrique will treat you well. I really didn't expect that after you have been married for such a short time, you will behave like this. What? You can't tolerate me anymore? How did you teach the two kids?"

Teresa was stunned and smiled bitterly. She bowed her head to Harris.

"Dad, I'm sorry. I didn't mean that."

"What do you mean? I had a fight with your dad, so you're going to fight with me for your dad? Don't you want to go back to your parents' home? Okay, you can leave tomorrow. Brain's and Bruce's surnames are Shen. They are Shen Family's children. You can leave, but the child must stay."

"Grandpa Harris, you are a bad guy. How can you bully mom like this? I won't talk to Grandpa Harris anymore."

Brain was also angry. He always thought Grandpa Harris was a good man. How could he know that he began to scold his mother?

"Brain, don't talk nonsense. Apologize to Grandpa Harris now."

"Mom."

"Well, well, well. Enrique. You have a good wife."

With a frown, Enrique stood up and supported angry Harris.

"Well, Dad, don't be angry. That's not what Teresa meant. She was just worried about her father. In fact, she didn't say anything. Don't guess in your mind. Don't you know what personality she is?"

"You bastard. It's none of your business even if I'm dead."

Harris was holding a crutch and didn't say anything, Lydia beside seemed to be scared, with tears falling down, and Enrique's eyes were fixed on her.

"Did we scare you? You can go back to your room first. I'll ask Mandy to send the dinner to your room."

"I'm sorry. I... I don't know. Teresa, I'm so sorry. I really didn't know it would happen."

"It's okay. It's none of your business. You can go back to your room first."

Teresa smiled at Lydia, and the servant pushed Lydia's wheelchair and walked towards her room. Teresa sighed slightly, and thought, 'It seems that Harris is really angry. Should I buy a gift to coax him?'

"Huh!"

With a sneer at Teresa, Enrique sat down and continued to have dinner as if nothing had happened. The eyes of Brain and Bruce were red, but they didn't shed tears. Their mother was wronged, but their father... They hated Lydia the most.

"I'm full. Enjoy yourself."

Teresa's politeness and alienation to Enrique made his face look cold. This woman had never treated this place as a home. Perhaps in her heart, she thought it was a cage that imprisoned her and her two children. Go home? Who knew why she suddenly proposed to go back home.

After returning to her room, Teresa tore off the paper from the note book she had sorted out for the whole afternoon and wondered where to put it? There was really no place for her to hide this paper. Finally, she picked up the pen in the room, rolled the paper up and put it in the pen container. She looked at the paper and found that she was still worried about it. She tore several more pieces of paper before she stopped. She even called in Brain and Bruce to let them two write something on it.

After hearing what Teresa asked them to do, Brain and Bruce were writing carefully and didn't ask anything. When Enrique opened the door, he saw Teresa standing behind the two children, looking at what they were writing on their notebooks. Enrique smiled and walked towards them.

"How is it going? Is there anything you don't understand? You can ask me. Daddy is much smarter than your mommy."

"Dad, I want to ask this question."

Bruce took the exercise book aside and pointed at a junior high school math problem. Teresa raised her eyebrows. How old were these two children? Why did they start to study the knowledge in junior high school now?

"Well, I'll do it step by step. You can look at it yourself."

Standing behind him, Teresa watched Enrique teach the child carefully. The formula he wrote was simple and easy to understand. The most important thing was that even the handwriting of his Arabia numbers were so beautiful. In a way, this man was perfect.

"Okay, I see."

"Then I'll write a question in another way. You do it again."

"Okay."

That night, Enrique carefully taught the two children. Teresa quietly went out of the door and personally went to the kitchen. She asked the person in charge of the kitchen to make a bowl of egg custard and wanted to send it to Harris in person. After all, he didn't eat much at night. She was still worried that he would be hungry.

The egg custard was ready. When Teresa went to see Harris, she heard the giggling in Harris's room. Teresa was stunned. Why was Lydia in Harris's room?

"By the way, Uncle Harris, you haven't eaten much at night. Are you hungry? Do you want me to make some noodles for you?"

"No, thanks. I'm so angry that I don't need to eat."

Harris waved his hand. It seemed that Lydia was not discouraged. She continued to persuade him.

"Uncle Harris, don't be angry with Teresa. I don't think she did it on purpose. She must be really worried about Uncle Albert, so she wants to go home to have a look. As for Brain and Bruce, they love their mother and are good children. I really think your family are good. Uncle Harris, don't be angry."

"Alas, it would be great if Teresa were as sensible as you. If so, I won't be angry all the time."

"Uncle Harris, don't say that. How can I compare with Teresa? She is a daughter of a rich family, but I am just a country girl. I can't compare with her."

"Don't talk nonsense! In Uncle Harris's eyes, you are much better than Teresa."

"Uncle, don't talk nonsense."

Lydia blushed. If she was really so good, why didn't Enrique want to see her more? Why was he always so gentle to Teresa? If she was really that good, in fact, many things were not too late. However. . .

"I'm not talking nonsense. In my eyes, Lydia was better than Teresa. You are sensible and beautiful."

Lydia blushed and lowered her head shyly. There was a flash of deep meaning in her eyes, but no one could see it clearly.