Pampered by my three brothers: the return of the neglected heiress

Chapter 1842: How to be a parent?

One week had passed, and it took a while—and consistent restaurant duty—for Allison and Jessa’s anger to subside. For the past week, Charles and Lester had been stationed in the dishwashing area. Atlas was behind the register, punching orders with a threatening look, as if daring customers to change their minds or make a mistake.

Worst of all, Slater was tasked with helping with the serving.

With Slater as a part-time server, the restaurant became a blockbuster. Lines would form hours before opening, and they even had to extend their operating hours, hoping to accommodate more customers. But they couldn’t.

In other words, Slater’s popularity just made everyone’s life hell. Zoren, Penny, and even Finn—who was dragged into all this because that was all he could do—also helped with the sanitation duties.

But even though the restaurant’s sales tripled with Slater as their five-day promotion, Jessa and Allison found it quite problematic. With so many customers, no one had time to breathe. They hadn’t started this business solely for profit, but because Jessa and Allison aspired to be something more than mothers and wives.

So, after almost a week, they kicked everyone out to regain peace in the restaurant.

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"Even when those guys aren’t around anymore, the restaurant’s still packed," Jessa leaned against the counter, her arm propped on it.

Allison smiled as she glanced at her. "Many of our new customers came here to get a glimpse of Slater, but they’re coming back for the food."

"Can’t believe that’s what people meant by market value," Jessa shook her head. "No wonder they called him the blue chip of advertisement."

Her face soured as she recalled that Slater’s face was everywhere—even on buses. Jessa hadn’t thought much about it before because she knew Slater, and honestly, she was disappointed in the little brat.

Allison chuckled as she snapped her eyes at the occupied tables. None were vacant, and there were more people lined up outside. The line wasn’t as long as it had been, but it was still considerable.

Jessi..." Allison trailed off, deep in thought. "...do

a brow at her. "The expansion of

"Not long ago, Slater showed me the reviews of our restaurant, and I saw that many wanted to try it, but they were too far away. Isn’t it time for us to reconsider the offer? After all, our goal when we started the

warmth of our homes with others through the dishes we serve. I’m just thinking... many others want to have a taste of a mother’s cooking but

Jessa shrugged as she pondered. "I guess we should

the thought. But then, the sound of a chime rang in the restaurant. The two of them intuitively turned their heads, about to tell the

they stopped as their brows rose, catching a familiar figure standing at

containers in one hand. When she stopped in front of the

a thin line before a wry smile appeared on her face. "I know it’s a little late, and coming here takes a lot

sighed faintly, appearing a little reluctant and ashamed just standing there before them.

somehow, I don’t think my food is good, even though everyone around me tells me otherwise," she said, her eyes on Jessa and Allison. "Can you

shallow breath escaped her. "And I know it’s a little too much, but... can I also ask you for

in surprise before setting their eyes on the prideful Mrs. Davis. After a moment, the corners of Allison’s lips curled

am going

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a golf

the lodge seats. All of them chugged their bottled waters as if racing. After they had their fill, they hissed in satisfaction and slammed their bottles

silence. He turned to Mr. Davis, his face twisting in disbelief. "And this is why

divorced a few times," Haines added in a

smirked. He pointed at where Mr. Davis was seated and said, "That’s your fault.

law. They said women in marriage should submit to their husbands, but I’m sure

deep exhale, earning a different reaction from these