I'm pregnant Sir Behave Yourself by Daphne

"Are you... Luke's girlfriend that he brought to introduce to us?" Susan asked with tears in her eyes." How's your family background? If you're wronged by your future husband after your marriage, will your family be able to support you?"

Bianca did not know how to answer her.

When Louis introduced himself, he said that he was Luke's half-brother and that they shared the same dad.

That might mean that the middle-aged woman wearing the Gucci custom-made qipao once shared the same man with Luke's mother, Allison.

Susan looked at the big family gathered together and walked toward Bianca with the stench of alcohol on her.

"Be careful." Bianca quickly propped Susan up with agility when she was about to fall.

Susan leaned on the sofa while being supported by Bianca. She frowned uncomfortably and said, "By the looks of your appearance, I can tell that you probably come from an average family. I advise you to know better and not to marry into the Crawford family."

"Go back to your room upstairs!" the old man stood up and shouted. He was angry!

"No!" Susan looked at the old man with a ferocious look in her eyes. Every time she got drunk, she always said the same thing for everyone to hear. She repeated for the nth time, "The person who should leave is Allison! I'm Zachary's first wife!"

Susan's eyes burned with jealousy as she pointed at Allison. She wanted to humiliate her. "You b*tch! Who are you trying to fool by sitting there quietly? You're just a go-go girl who sold her body at the club! I wonder how many guys you've had sex with before you came into the Crawford family. You're lucky that Zachary was blind enough to not notice the cheap wh* re that you are!"

Bianca glanced at Luke blankly.

Luke sat on the sofa with a calm demeanor. Even though his brows were furrowed unhappily, he did not try to stop Susan's shenanigans. He merely lit a cigarette, closed his eyes, and took a puff.

Bianca suddenly remembered what he had said to her on the phone previously.

"Don't feel pressured. In terms of our families, I'm actually no better than you. If you look into my family, we're basically the same." That was what Luke had said to her before.

"Are you sure you want to marry into the Crawford family?" Susan looked at Bianca and persuaded with all her heart. "My child, the Crawford family is indeed a very famous family in this city. The top of the top, in fact. But if you marry into this rich family, it's equivalent to walking into an icy cold tomb. Your husband won't care about you and your relatives won't sympathize with you either.

"The main point is the mistresses who will be waiting to pounce on your husband. It doesn't matter how inferior they are, or how low their wages are. Perhaps, it might even be a go-go dancer in the club who lets men touch her. A man will still take her hand and treat her as his baby. As for us wives, all we can do is be an honest wife and stay at home. We're expected to be considerate of our husbands having their gay time outside, and maybe even ask him if he had fun." Toward the end of her speech, Susan grabbed Bianca's little hand.

more absurd!" The

lifted his head and softened his tone when he said to Bianca, "Bea, your aunt has had too much to drink. Don't take what she says

at

know that you're helping your son's mistress discredit your daughter-in-law?" Susan

please do it at another time!" Louis was so angry that he bear-hugged his mother with all his

to help him. The two of them had to drag and pull her

Bianca, who was downstairs, could still hear the sound of

went upstairs, he did not come back down. It was probably because he was worried that

cries resounded

to take the

flowers was planted at the manor. At dusk, the bees continued to diligently collect their

"They're always buzzing. Aunt Bea, do they eat the nectar immediately

because of everything, so she did not

down and

asked. She finally returned to

who lets men touch her? Why did Grandma Susan say that about Grandma?" the little girl

Susan was so fierce. She even

splashed

by

know who had it worse. 'Poor Grandma or

cheek and said, "If the adults quarrel, just forget what they say after the fight. Let's count to three. We

happily and counted." One, two, three... Aunt Bea, I've

the child a tighter hug. She reached her other free hand toward Lanie who had been quiet the

but his

the room. The only people she felt bad for were the two little kids in front of her. They should be innocent at this age, but they were stuck listening

adults had the right to vent, but only

help but wonder how her own kid was doing. She wondered if her kid's family environment was as unhappy as

recommended that the family did not eat