Chapter 479: 171: I have never lost in my entire life, but I lost to a child! _3
“Dad, Mom, where did you go?”
At this moment, Zachary Mayhew came out from behind.
Seeing Zachary, Rachel Barton’s expression dimmed a bit.
She suddenly remembered Dolores Frieman’s words.
Her parents really wanted to marry her off to Zachary Mayhew?
Beatrice Black squinted her eyes, smiled and said, “Honey, you must have been anxious waiting at home! It’s hard to get a taxi in our village, so I asked Zachary to take your dad and me to town. Since you got into a good university, your dad and I went to town to get some money to treat the whole village to a festive meal.”
A wedding was a festive meal.
So was a College Admission Celebration Banquet.
Both were festive meals, and she didn’t deceive Rachel.
Hearing this, Rachel smiled and said, “Mom, you really don’t need to. I didn’t get into any key university.”
“You are the only college student in our family, and you make your father and me proud!” Beatrice held Rachel’s hand.
Rachel’s doubts slowly faded away.
Dolores Frieman is mentally ill.
Her words have no credibility at all.
So, compared to Connor’s eldest sister, she trusts her parents more.
Zachary handed a box to Rachel, “Geraldine, congratulations on getting into college. This is a gift I’m giving you to celebrate your admission.”
In fact, it was an engagement gift.
Rachel didn’t really want to accept it, as she didn’t want to get involved with Zachary Mayhew in any way.
However, Beatrice took the box before Rachel could, “Thank you, Zachary.”
“You’re welcome,” Zachary scratched his head, “Well, Auntie, I should go now.”
“Okay.” Beatrice nodded.
After Zachary left, Beatrice looked at Rachel, “Honey, are you blaming me for accepting Zachary’s gift?”
Rachel lowered her head and didn’t speak.
She didn’t quite understand her mother’s behavior.
After all, no reward without merit.
Beatrice held Rachel’s hand and smiled, “Silly child, your mom isn’t the kind of person who likes to take advantage of others. I accepted the gift because you are Zachary’s only friend, and he is sincerely congratulating you. If you feel you owe him something, just study hard and use the knowledge you learn to help him.”
At this point, Beatrice sighed and continued, “Honey, even though Zachary has a disability, his pride is very strong. If you reject him, who knows how upset he’ll be? Don’t worry, I’ll help you repay this favor.”
“Thank you, Mom.” Rachel looked at her mother, her eyes full of gratitude.
She must have accumulated a lot of good deeds in her previous life to have such good parents in this life.
She shouldn’t doubt them.
Beatrice continued, “Honey, haven’t you eaten dinner yet? I’ll make it for you!”
Rachel smiled and said, “I’ve already made it.”
She had nothing to do all afternoon at home, so she made dinner.
Unlike Viola Thompson.
Rachel was a great cook.
“My girl is so amazing,” Beatrice laughed, “How lucky I am to have such a good daughter!”
Saying this, they all went to the kitchen.
Seeing that all the dishes Rachel had made were vegetarian, Beatrice immediately rolled up her sleeves and fried an egg for Rachel.
“Honey, your dad and I are old, we can do without good food, but you’re young, and you need to eat well.”
Looking at the fried egg in her bowl and the vegetables in her parents’ bowls, Rachel felt even more guilty, “Mom, thank you.”
“You silly child.” Beatrice laughed.
Inside the east-facing room on the third floor of Thompson Family Manor.
The chandelier was on.
Viola Thompson was sitting in front of the computer, her fair fingers constantly dancing on the keyboard.
The light reflected from the computer screen cast a misty veil over her beautiful and mysterious features.
In the office on the 58th floor.
A man sat in a wheelchair, holding a document in his hand.
At this moment, there was a knock on the door.
The man lifted his chin slightly and revealed a pair of deep, phoenix eyes.
Just sitting in a wheelchair, but the strong aura emanating from him made it difficult for others to resist.
The secretary who entered instantly felt that the temperature in the air had dropped several degrees.
The secretary swallowed, and then said, “Sir.”
“Speak.” The man’s thin lips opened slightly.
The secretary said, “The secret recipe you asked someone to photograph has already… ”
“Already what?” The man put down the document, his voice clearly lowered.