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Chapter 67
At noon, because Millie had a sore foot, Aurelia accompanied her to the office and ordered takeout for
lunch.
After lunch, as usual, she made a video call to Sophia.
“Ms. Simmons, your mother is doing well, so you can relax. The doctor also mentioned that she’s
currently in stable condition and should improve after the surgery.”
“Okay, Ms. Elliot, please take good care of her. I’ve been really busy with work lately,” Aurelia
explained.
“That’s completely understandable. You’re working hard to support your mother. I admire your
devotion.”
“Thank you.” Aurelia glanced at Sophia’s boxed meal, which was still unfinished, and urged, ” Ms.
Elliot, please go ahead and eat. I’ll hang up for now. If there’s anything, do let me know.” “Sure.”
After ending the video call, Millie approached Aurelia.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt“Your mom is having surgery?”
“Yes, the day after tomorrow,” Aurelia replied worriedly.
Millie patted her shoulder. “Aurelia, don’t fret. Your mother has already conquered a life- threatening
situation. She’ll recover just fine after the surgery.”
Aurelia nodded. That’s all she could hope for.
Seeing the dark circles under Aurelia’s eyes, Millie urged, “You should get some rest. You still have
work in the afternoon.”
Aurelia nodded and picked up a cushion from her chair, lying her head on the desk. She was about to
close her eyes when someone knocked on the office door.
“Aurelia, someone is looking for you. She said she’s your mother–in–law. Should I let her in?”
“Mother–in–law?”
Could it be Rosa again?
This was really bad luck.
Aurelia shook her head. “I don’t want to see her.”
Kimberly immediately turned to her and spoke with a hint of condescension, “Aurelia, your husband
called the police and got someone’s son arrested. Maybe she’s here to apologize?
“It’s a good idea to meet her so she doesn’t start crying and making a scene. It wouldn’t look good at
all.”
While saying this, Kimberly was actually smiling. She wished for Rosa to cry and cause a scene,
making everyone tired of Aurelia. Especially since Aurelia was competing with her for the position of
vice director.
As long as Rosa caused a scene, Zachary could remove Aurelia from the competition.
Aurelia ignored Kimberly’s remarks. As she was about to refuse, she heard a familiar voice from
outside.
“Aurelia, don’t you want to see me?”
Upon hearing the voice, Aurelia froze in her place. Wasn’t this Linda?
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmThe next moment, Linda appeared at the office door. Although she was over fifty, she had taken good
care of herself. Describing her as fair–skinned and elegant would not be an exaggeration.
She wore a silk embroidered dress that draped gracefully over her slender figure. With a slight curve of
her red lips, she exuded an air of elegance and refinement.
Except for the faint laugh lines at the corners of her eyes, there was hardly a trace of the passage of
time on her.
“Mom?”
“Mom?!” Kimberly repeated in shock.
She looked at the middle–aged woman Absolutely impossible!
in front of her in disbelief. It couldn’t be true!
Aurelia’s mother–in–law should be the kind of rural elderly woman with sharp features, slanted eyes,
wearing shabby clothes, and using foul language, right? How did she turn into such an elegant lady?
Compared to the mass–produced designer labels, the mid–aged woman’s orchid dress was obviously
hand–embroidered, with exquisite craftsmanship and a subtle sheen running through it.
An outfit in th
couldn’t be affordable for an average civilian, not to mention she even had a matching purse; the price
was even harder to estimate.