Chapter 205: Chapter 205: Greetings, Mrs. Ji
However, Mrs. Lockwood is not a content person; she lives comfortably and never cares about these small matters because she has money, and with money, she can hire servants to do these dirty and tiring tasks.
She would never appreciate Ivy Linden; she merely wants Ivy to leave quickly and make room for her son to marry another woman and have a big, fat grandson.
"Alright, everyone else is quiet, only you keep going on and on." Mrs. Lockwood said irritably.
Ivy Linden’s heart instantly sank to the bottom; it seems that no matter what she does, Mrs. Lockwood is resolute and won’t see the good in her.
Ivy’s eyes reddened slightly, and she held back her tears, saying, "I’ll go back and make oil-braised eggplants for you."
Ivy walked out of the suffocating hospital room, and her tears uncontrollably slid down her cheeks; she wanted to cry aloud, but this was a hospital, and it was inappropriate. She tried hard to suppress, wiped her tears dry, and after a while, her mood slightly calmed.
She made a phone call to Samuel Lockwood.
There was an issue at Samuel’s company in the morning that required his personal attention, so he was busy at the company, trying to resolve the matter quickly to go to the hospital to be with Mrs. Lockwood.
"Ivy, is Mom alright?"
Upon receiving Ivy’s call, Samuel first thought about Mrs. Lockwood.
Ivy shook her head, "Mom’s fine; she wants to eat oil-braised eggplants. I’ll go back and cook some for her; could you send someone over to take care of her for now?"
Ivy initially didn’t want to call Samuel, but Mrs. Lockwood was too good at stirring things up. If she left for two or three hours, who knows what Mrs. Lockwood might do?
Moreover, before Samuel left, Ivy promised him she would stay here to take care of Mrs. Lockwood.
So, this call was necessary.
Samuel frowned, "You’ve hardly ever been in the kitchen; how can you make oil-braised eggplants? Just call for takeout!"
Samuel’s words sounded like he was saying Ivy can’t do housework, but in reality, he was protecting her, fearing she might burn her hand with hot oil preparing the dish.
Naturally, Ivy understood his intentions and felt very touched, "Isn’t it bad? I promised Mom I’d go back to make the oil-braised eggplants."
Ivy didn’t tell Samuel about what had happened in the hospital room; she knew very well that Mrs. Lockwood was deliberately making things difficult for her. If she didn’t make the oil-braised eggplants, Mrs. Lockwood would use this matter against her.
Samuel sighed, "You’re silly too. Would you just go back and do it just because Mom told you to?"
Ivy’s tears were about to fall again.
Samuel continued, "How about this: you go ahead and head home. I’ll call Nanny Vazquez to make the oil-braised eggplants for you. If Mom asks, just say you made them."
Nanny Vazquez is the Lockwood family’s cook.
Mrs. Lockwood generally doesn’t eat oil-braised eggplants often, so she wouldn’t notice if they were made by Nanny Vazquez.
Ivy responded with an "Mm," "I understand."
She was about to hang up when Samuel suddenly called out to her.
"Ivy... you’ve worked hard." Samuel saw everything Ivy did for Mrs. Lockwood and felt the pain in his heart. As a man, there were tasks he couldn’t help Mrs. Lockwood with, but Ivy didn’t mind getting her hands dirty and personally helped out.
This made Samuel see Ivy in a new light; a girl who had never done physical work, living a sheltered life like a delicate flower, was willing to do such dirty tasks for his mom.
Samuel knew Ivy did this for him.
Ivy’s tears couldn’t be controlled anymore; she wiped them dry with the back of her hand, "With your words, I don’t feel tired."
Ivana Monroe couldn’t go to the company; once they got their marriage certificate, Leon Keane wouldn’t let her go, saying he wanted to take her to try on wedding dresses.
Ivana thought he would take her right away.
Unexpectedly, Leon didn’t do so; instead, he first took her to a very upscale Chinese restaurant for a meal.
The waiter came over with the menu, and Leon asked the waiter to give the menu to Ivana.
Ivana looked at the prices on it; they were outrageously expensive, so she ordered a few items that were reasonably priced.
The waiter prepared to close the menu to place the order.
Leon snapped his fingers, "Give the menu to me; I want to add some dishes."
Leon was in a great mood today; his long fingers tapped on the menu, "Two Buddha Jumps Over the Wall, two shark fins, one blood bird’s nest, and write down these few items for me as well."
Ivana frowned, "That’s enough, Leon. You’re ordering so much; we won’t finish it."
Leon lifted his handsome face and smiled at Ivana, "If we can’t finish, we’ll pack it to go."
The waiter was a young man; upon seeing Leon’s charming smile, even he couldn’t help but blush.
He’s just too... handsome.
Leon flipped to the back and saw that the premium sea urchins were out of stock.
Leon pointed at the premium sea urchins, "I want ten."
The waiter looked embarrassed and politely said, "Sir, the premium sea urchins are currently out of stock."
Leon frowned, "At this season, premium sea urchins shouldn’t be out of stock yet, right?"
The waiter explained honestly, "Sir, because this year the production of premium sea urchins is extremely low, demand exceeds supply. Our hotel’s premium sea urchins have already been pre-ordered by VIP customers, so we can’t sell them to regular customers anymore."
Besides, requesting ten at once; they can have at most ten premium sea urchins delivered to the restaurant each day!
Ivana said, "Leon, forget it."
Leon smiled at Ivana, picked up his phone, and made a call,
Manager Hamilton answered the phone, feeling honored, "Pres... President Keane..."
Leon said, "I’m at The Sovereign in the city; I want ten premium sea urchins, but the waiter says they’re not available."
The Sovereign in the city is a branch of The Sovereign on Imperial Scenic Road and is the most upscale Chinese restaurant in the city.
Manager Hamilton manages both restaurants, and he’s conveniently at The Sovereign in the city today. Upon hearing Leon say the restaurant’s staff denied premium sea urchins to their own President, how could that be?
"President Keane, please calm down; I’ll arrange it immediately."
After hanging up the phone, Manager Hamilton shortly found the waiter serving Leon’s table and, in front of Leon, poked the waiter’s forehead.
"Are you blind? You don’t recognize President Keane? Our President at The Sovereign, you don’t recognize?"
"Manager Hamilton, I’m new."
The waiter was about to cry; is it wrong not to recognize President Keane? Okay, he is wrong.
"Quickly apologize."
"President Keane, I’m sorry."
Leon waved, glancing at Manager Hamilton, "Alright, a new employee, is this necessary?"
The waiter gratefully looked at Leon; the President is so nice!
The waiter didn’t realize that Leon isn’t as nice as he thinks; it’s just that today he had good fortune because Leon and Ivana just got their marriage certificate, pleasing Leon, who didn’t want to dampen his mood over such a trivial thing.
Manager Hamilton was surprised; has President Keane changed today?
Manager Hamilton glanced at Ivana, instantly realizing and courteously smiled, "Mrs. Keane, hello."