Chapter 87 Missing a Wife
"Do I really need his help for such a small matter?"
How useless is she?!
Joseph understood. Miss Medici is a career-oriented powerful woman, independent and self-reliant, and doesn't need any external help.
"Miss Medici, I suddenly admire you even more. What should I do?" Joseph revealed a hint of admiration in his eyes.
Abella kept her head down and didn't even look at him, "If you have nothing to do, you can help the janitor clean the toilets."
"I, I will start working right away!" Joseph hurriedly left the office. He definitely did not want to clean any toilets.
Night fell.
Mrs. Medici sat on the sofa, took out her phone, and called her sons.
"Your sister has been found. She's on summer vacation right now. Make sure all of you handle your work and come home as soon as possible if you can. And if you can't, you must make time for me!"
"I know you're all busy, but your own sister is back. All five of you must come back! Do you hear me?"
"If anyone dares to neglect or bully your sister, I will be the first one to teach you a lesson!"
"When you come home, you don't need to bring your luggage or work, but you must bring a gift for your sister!"
Mrs. Medici made four phone calls, and finally, she found the number for her youngest son. She dialed it and spoke again.
"Let me make it clear from the beginning: for all the holidays this year, especially your sister's birthday, no one is allowed to be absent, especially you! If you're missing, I'll break your leg! Do you understand?"
Blake Lewis on the phone felt a bit unjust, "Mom, I'm your own son. Are you really going to do that for a sister who just returned?"
"Hmph, so you still remember you're my son? How many times have you come back to see your mother this year?"
"I, I've been busy with my schedule. Besides, I've been sending gifts regularly!" Blake Lewis sounded aggrieved.
Mrs. Medici was not convinced, "Hmph, who cares about your measly money!"
"..." Fine, it's his own mother who has so much money.
"Anyway, I don't care. You must come back for me! Oh, by the way..." Mrs. Medici seemed to remember something and added, "Let me know in advance when you're coming back."
"What, are you going to prepare a meal for me?"
"Is that all you think about all day? Have I starved you since you were little?" Mrs. Medici's tone was full of disdain.
Blake Lewis was a bit resentful, "Even top-tier people need to eat!"
"Even the top-tier have to eat, huh?"
"The daughter from the Gonzales Family often comes to see me recently. That child is beautiful, highly educated, and knowledgeable..."
"Okay, stop, I'm busy !"
"You, you little brat, let me finish talking," Mrs. Medici doesn't allow him to interrupt, "You're not young anymore. It's time to settle down and start a career."
"Mom, I still have older brother, second brother, third brother, fourth brother...why don't you go nag them instead of nagging me?"
"It's useless to nag them! It's because the daughter of the Sang family is interested in you. What can I do?"
"You..." Blake Lewis covers his heart, his birth mother, this is definitely his birth mother!
"When you go back home, remember to bring a gift for your sister. Bye."
..." Blake Lewis feels so wronged. If it weren't for this sister, how long has it been since his birth mother called to check on him?
Once Mrs. Medici finishes her instructions, the burden in her heart finally falls.
"Honey, are you thirsty? Have some tea first. It's good for beauty and nourishing the skin." Mr. Medici serves a cup of floral tea, his face full of smiles.
After making five phone calls, Mrs. Medici is indeed thirsty. She takes the cup and drinks a few sips.
"I brewed it when you made the fifth call. Now it's the perfect temperature, not too cold or hot." Mr. Medici waits for her to finish the tea and places the cup back on the table. Then, he continues to massage her, "Honey, you've worked hard. Are your hands tired? Let me massage them for you..."
"You should take a break too."
"I'm not tired!" Mr. Medici fondly holds her hand, "Oh, by the way, when do you plan to tell the rest of the family about Abella coming back home?"
Mrs. Medici has considered this matter. After a few seconds of contemplation, she says, "Your father is still not awake, and your mother's heart is not in good condition... My parents are getting old and their health is deteriorating day by day. Let's not disturb them for now."
They shouldn't tell them now. Otherwise, their hearts won't be able to handle it. Their blood pressure will rise, and their old and new illnesses will come together...
That would be troublesome!
Once they find out that Abella has returned, it will be impossible to keep it a secret from distant and close relatives from both families. There will be a constant stream of visitors, which is annoying just to think about!
If it only bothered them, it would be fine, but what if Abella gets annoyed too...
"It was difficult enough to find Abella. I want to spend more time with her and make up for lost time." Mr. Medici massages his wife's hand, relaxing her muscles, "If too many relatives appear, we’ll have less time to spend with Abella. What do you think?"
"I also don't want others to disturb our family reunion."
Just as Mrs. Medici finishes speaking, she suddenly hears her phone ringing—it's a call from Abella!
Mr. Medici looks eagerly and feels a bit sour in his heart: when will his daughter call him?
Mrs. Medici clears her throat and answers the phone with joy and seriousness, "Hello? My precious daughter..."
"Mom, tonight, Philippe and I will be out to have dinner.”
"Okay, okay, I know. Since Phillipe has been by your side, I haven't cooked for you anymore!"
Abella: ...
Why did that hurt a little?!
"You guys enjoy your meal and have fun! Don't worry!" Mrs. Medici wanted to talk to her daughter a little more, but afraid of annoying her if she said too much, she hurriedly said, "There's nothing important. You can hang up first."
"Okay." After hanging up the phone, Abella looked at the man in the car. "What's wrong?"
"Don't call me by my full name in the future." Phillipe embraced her and lovingly asked, "When will I hear you call me darling?"
"..." Abella didn't want to respond to him.
"You can also call me Phillipe."
"..." Abella couldn't say it out loud. "I think Phillipe sounds good."
"Nonsense, darling sounds better."
"..." Can they have a pleasant conversation or not?!
"Call me." Phillipe pestered her, saying, "Call me darling."
"If you annoy me, I will get off the car."
Phillipe immediately fell silent, holding her without speaking, just occasionally rubbing his forehead against hers and lightly touching her lips.
"You're getting bolder and bolder!" Abella was starting to get angry. When will he fix this habit of touching her!
"Am I in need of some discipline?" Phillipe followed her words, trying to please her with an indulgent smile, "In the future, you should manage me and restrict me more."
"..."
"I just lack a wife to do that," Phillipe's eyes were gentle and affectionate.
Abella couldn't resist anymore, she turned her face away, deliberately not looking at him.
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