A marriage full of wounds
chapter 21
"Good morning, mom!" Catherine greeted the mother-in-law as she arrived at the dining room. She glanced at her husband who was just showing his usual face, cold and flat.
"Good morning, son," replied Madame Margaretha, glancing at her son.
"Sit down, near your husband," said the lady Margaretha, whom Catherine obeyed. Sitting in the chair next to her reluctant-faced husband.
Lady Margaretha, winking her eyes at the daughter-in-law, filled the meal into her husband's plate.
Despite the hesitation, Catherine agreed with a soft nod and pulled a stiff smile.
Madame Margaretha has given information about her son's habits in his daily life. One of them when at the dinner table, his son was very dependent on someone to serve him at the dining table.
Soon Catherine stood up to fill her husband's empty plate, and the butler wanted to serve his young master as usual.
"No need, let me be, "said Catherine, who stopped the movement of the butler with an unfriendly face.
"Enough!" Jeffin cried coldly without looking at his wife.
Catherine's heart was happy, because Jeffin did not reject her. He returned to his place, having offered his mother-in-law to serve. But the middle-aged woman refused very gently.
Just as Catherine wanted to eat her morning breakfast, she was surprised by a coarsely placed cut cutlery.
"Food, what is this. Why is it so weird and disgusting" Jeffin jolted with a look of disgust.
As a sly smile was imprinted on the headmaster's stern face, he felt this was an opportunity to give the calculations to his new young mistress.
Aunt Beatrice was prepared to make her voice, but was preceded by Catherine.
"I, who cooked it specially for us and this, the typical food in my village," Catherine said with a proud face.
Beatrice made her aunt feel satisfied and laughed at Catherine's confidence in her heart.
Jeffin's face was getting gripping and continued to float a deadly gaze to Catherine beside him, the formal-tuned man got up and shouted loudly.
"Where, the chef used to cook for me," Jeffin shouted thunderously, leaving Catherine flustered and mistress Margaretha could only sigh. Meanwhile, Aunt Beatrice cheered more and more.
"Sorry, sir. Catherine's young mistress forbade them to cook," beat Aunt Beatrice who answered Jeffin's question.
Soon Jeffin's sharp eyes were now drawing out to Catherine who was still speechless with a puzzled face.
"You, the more presumptuous you are," Jeffin snapped in a stifled tone.
"What's wrong with all this, son?" Sela mistress Margaretha.
"She, is your wife, who is more entitled to arrange all the needs in this Mansion, and .. mommy feels it's her right from now on," continued Madame Margaretha again.
"You, forgot? Catherine's rights and status in this residence? You, just a hitchhiking at the Abraham Mansion," continued Madame Margaretha with her firm and graceful face.
"Mom!" Jeffin's snapped that could only clench his hands together with a gripping red face.
Being too upset by everything he had experienced from last night until now, Jeffin also brushed off the hands of Catherine who offered him a cup of hot coffee.
Catherine could only hiss the heat due to the hot splashes of coffee.
"Jeffin!" Lady Margaretha snapped at her daughter-in-law while examining Catherine's palm.
The man only glanced at his cynical wife and sauntered towards the mansion door. Without caring about the mommy.
While aunt Beatrice just scorned in silence and put on her firm face when getting an order from mistress Margaretha.
"Not necessary, mom. It's just a small wound" Catherine said as she blew on the back of her red-looking palm.
"The child, the more outrageous it is," muttered mistress Margaretha with a rude snort.
"It's okay, mom. I'll be patient" Catherine said softly in tears.
"Mommy, sure, one day she will regret what she did," comforted her mistress Margaretha as she embraced the slender shoulder of her daughter-in-law.
"I believe and believe, mom," Catherine replied softly.
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"Aunt Beatrice," rebuked Catherine, as the stern-faced woman before her.
"Yes, young mistress," he replied with an insincere face.
"What, the order I gave you, did you do it?" Catherine asked while looking at her interlocutor.
"Governance, what young mistress?" Ask the fat woman.
Catherine frowned in disbelief, a servant did not carry out her master's orders.
"Auntie, seriously forgetting my orders? To gather the servants?" Catherine Sahut. Aunt Beatrice rolled her eyes and the look on the woman's face turned nervous.
"Sorry oh …."
"Looks like Beatrice's aunt is tired, mom," Catherine cut off and looked at her in-laws, as if asking for support. "Should Beatrice take a rest?" Catherine.
That was confirmed by Ms. Margaretha and gave all the decisions to her son-in-law. "All, mommy leave it to, baby," she answered gently and gently rubbed Catherine's hair.
"I, too, want to replace all the servants here with more professional ones, how? What, mommy agrees?" Catherine said with a face of spirit.
Lady Margaretha just reassured her daughter-in-law's decision.
"All your decisions are absolute, son, because all these are your property now" said Ms. Margaretha.
To make Aunt Beatrice so dumbfounded, for what her great mistress said.
