Noble Husband At the Door

Chapter 79

In their room, although Yvonne had a gut feeling that Samuel’s house would not be as luxurious as

Fred’s, she was still curious about the location of the place. Their unit was on the sixth floor now, and

they had to climb the stairs every single day. The exercise just wore their bones down quickly. Even if

the house was not in an area as nice as Fred's, she would be happy if i t had an elevator.

"Are you still going to keep it a secret around me?" Yvonne asked her husband.

"You actually see it every day," he replied, smiling.

“Every day?” Yvonne frowned. Disappointment tinged her chest. If it was a place she saw every day, it

would likely be confined to the boundaries of their residential area. If so, her dreams of not having to

climb the stairs every damn day were dashed.

"Oh, right. Do you have any plans for tomorrow?" he asked. "It's a Sunday."

"I already promised to go shopping with Linda. I have t o remedy the pain you inflicted upon her," she

said, glaring at him.

Samuel did not know whether to laugh or cry. Had Linda not recovered from that incident?

The next day, the couple heard yelling noises from the living room the moment they woke up. Lydia

was

cursing like a drunken sailor so early in the morning. Who was making her angry this time?

"Mom, what are you doing? Who offended you?" Yvonne walked into the living room with bedraggled

hair. She checked the clock; it was not even 6.00am.

Lydia’s features were twisted in fury. "Your Aunt Flora has gone barking mad!" she snarled.

"Mad?" Yvonne was alert all of the sudden. She asked," What's wrong? What happened to her?"

The first possibility that came to Yvonne's mind was that they used her craziness as an excuse to not

return the money, but it did not seem probable. This excuse was too outrageous, even for a

madwoman.

"The money got stolen, and she called me asking if I was the one who hired someone to steal it from

them. As if! She's crazy!" Lydia was so furious that she wanted to throttle Flora over the phone. She

was upset enough that she had lent the two hundred thousand bucks, and had lost quite a few good

nights’ sleep over the matter. The thought of the money was still a constant pinprick by her side, and

they had the gall to bare their teeth at her now that they lost the money!

"They're nuts." Yvonne managed to rein in her temper, but it flared up a beat later. "Mom, do you think

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"They reported the theft. It's probably not a hoax," her mother replied.

Yvonne was stunned; her insides were dancing with delight. It seemed God was dispensing justice; he

would not let such a crooked family get away scot-free.

"You'd better go back to sleep, Mom. No use getting angry over this. We've already given the money. It

has nothing to do with you if they lose it,” Yvonne reassured her mother.

Lydia huffed back into her room in a flurry. Moments later, Godfrey's pained cries rang out; he probably

became her punching bag again.

Yvonne told everything to Samuel while he was brushing his teeth in the toilet. "God probably can’t

stand them any longer," he said, expressionless.

She patted his shoulder happily. "Great minds think alike," she said. "Never expected you to have the

same train of thought as I do."

Samuel grinned and said, "Quickly brush your teeth. It's almost time for us to go."

Yvonne rammed her hip into him and shoved him aside. "You're in my way," she said. "So don’t rush

me."

Since Samuel was done washing up, he returned to the room, finding Yvonne's blanket unfolded. He

helped to tidy it up.

While he was arranging the pillows, he noticed that the scissors were gone. His lips unknowingly curled

at the corners.

Throughout these three years, Yvonne had thought that Samuel did not know that she hid scissors

beneath the pillow, but she forgot that he was the one who always changed their sheets. 1 "Don't tell

me I’ll get an opportunity to sleep with her o n the bed soon?" Samuel muttered to himself. Then he

shook his head and buried the notion at the back of his mind. He had just been couched two nights

ago; he did not want to be chased out of the house.

They went for the morning jog, taking the same route they always did, resting at the same resting spot.

When Yvonne slowed down and stopped, she looked toward Cloudridge Hill. She saw that renovations

were underway at Hillside Villa. "Why did the renovation start early today?" she murmured, curious.

"The owners are probably eager to move in,” Samuel said, smiling.

Yvonne nodded. The owners were likely to be excited about staying in their new luxurious villa. Rumors

said that a sea of clouds submerged Hillside Villa on a misty day. It would definitely be a sight to

behold.

"You asked me where the secondhand house is, right?" Samuel suddenly said to Yvonne.