Mommy，We Got a Husband by Doris

Chapter 118 Harry VS Mrs. Marigold

Harry had only heard about Caspian's Grandmother from other people. Although he had pretended to be Caspian for a while, this was the first time he was meeting her. Thus, he wanted to see her properly.

With his backpack on his shoulder, he walked into the hall and immediately saw Mrs. Marigold sitting in the middle of the sofa, looking fierce and intimidating.

Judging by her appearance, he knew she couldn't be messed with.

"Grandmother!" He politely greeted her, giving his backpack to the servant before sitting on the sofa himself.

Mrs. Marigold allowed him to stay solely out of superstition, believing that the fortune teller's prediction about him being the Knights' lucky star was true. However, at the same time, she thought Caspian wasn't Alaric's true son, so she didn't like him. She even blamed Caspian for Stellan's 'deception'.

"Aunt Lindsay, is dinner ready? I'm really hungry." Harry was genuinely hungry and looked at Aunt Lindsay as he asked.

But as soon as he said that, he noticed Aunt Lindsay's panicked expression. She quickly gestured at him, which he understood but pretended not to.

Mrs. Marigold sternly asked him, "What did you just call her?"

"Aunt Lindsay. What's the problem?" Harry asked calmly.

"Aunt Lindsay?" Her expression turned even more menacing as she scolded, "You're the young master of this house, and she's a mere servant. How dare you call her that?"

"Well, what else should I call her?" he feigned confusion and shrugged. "She's already at that age, so shouldn't I call her Aunt Lindsay?"

"You...!" His words truly angered Mrs. Marigold.

or agree to whatever she said, never

been gone for a few days. How did you all teach the young master?" she directly scolded the servants, "Look at him now, speaking arrogantly and disrespectfully. He's completely ignorant of hierarchy and

breathe heavily. Harry nearly felt like he had traveled back to an ancient monarchy period. "Parents are their children's first teachers. If I haven't been taught well, shouldn't you first call my irresponsible mother here to

you my biological one?" Harry asked

her off guard. How dare this little brat ask

angrily, "What did you

said, I doubt you're my biological grandmother. If you were, you would've been concerned when I said I

no distinction of status. I called Aunt Lindsay out of courtesy and respect, and there's nothing improper about it. If you have a problem with it, then that's

standing up as if she was about to

you trying to hit me? That'd be domestic violence and child abuse. You

nobody had ever dared to confront her like this; not even when Alaric's father was

arguing with a child like me?" Harry said,

dining room, and the servants hastily avoided him in fear

never expected this little brat to provoke

watched him eat, feeling a surge of hatred while thinking of Stellan. That woman had fooled her back then, and she despised her to

her retribution, but this little brat had been favored and lived like a young master since

your own. Since you completely

superstitious and was afraid that driving him away would affect the Knight family's fortune, seeing him made her annoyed,

anyway. He stared straight at Mrs. Marigold and asked, "Grandmother, do

I like a stubborn

Caspian, am a young genius with a high IQ, unbeatable looks, exceptional academics, and courteous mannerisms. I was disciplined at home and dedicated myself to reading and studying. Moreover, the teachers and classmates at school always praise me. I even have hacking skills and easily became the world's best mathematician. I'm not exaggerating; I'm just the highest quality of an offspring, the kind of child that parents talk about with other families. If you still aren't satisfied with

praising Caspian, Harry still felt uneasy and ended up

and never see

of the Knights, and I'm so excellent. Considering our close relationship, you should cherish me in every aspect. However, not only do you not cherish me, but you even despise me. Beside the fact that you have psychological issues, the only explanation left is that I'm not your biological grandchild. Speaking of which, my dad and I are blood-related, so