Contract Marriage With Mysterious President

Chapter 147 Amy's Birth Mother

"Madam, there is an extra deposit in your account." The secretary said to Mrs. Newell, holding the files

of her bank account.

"How much?" Mrs. Newell asked the secretary.

"Six hundred thousand," the secretary reported the number to Mrs. Newell.

"Huh, this Amy is really interesting. I went out of my way to accidentally stain her clothes so that I could

give her that skirt. I didn't expect her to transfer the money back to me. What a silly lady. Unexpectedly,

I shouldn't have hung that skirt up. Sophia must have told her something when she went back and saw

it." Mrs. Newell let out a defeated smile when she saw the extra six hundred thousand in her account.

Mrs. Newell had always wanted to compensate her daughter for what she owed her, but she had never

had the chance to do so.

"Then what are we going to do about this, Madame?" The secretary asked Mrs. Newell.

"Forget it. Since it's already transferred to my account, it’s not like we should return it. Keep it. The

Carter family is not short of this little money. We'll talk about it later." Mrs. Newell dismissed her

secretary.

Stephen was the only one Mrs. Newell would be grateful for in her life. He had raised their daughter to

be such a decent lady. And for Amy's sake, he had never remarried. But how could Mrs. Newell repay

him?

He definitely wouldn't accept it if she gave him money, nor would he take the company. Stephen was

just an honest and simple man, so he wasn't cut out for business.

She could only ask Amy to take good care of him. That should be some kind of reward for his kindness

in bringing her up.

Mrs. Newell sighed. Although she was Amy's birth mother, she did not fulfill her parental responsibility.

And now she could not tell Amy the truth. Given Amy's personality, Mrs. Newell guessed that the young

lady wouldn't return to her even if she found out about it. Mrs. Newell could only hide in the shadow

and quietly look after Amy.

"Mrs. Newell, is something bothering you?" Mr. Newell walked in and noticed the grave look on his

wife's face.

"Mr. Newell, I gave my daughter a dress today, but she transferred the money back to me." Mrs.

Newell, or Mrs. Newell Rice, explained to her husband in resignation.

"Oh, that's what you're upset about? It'll be alright. There's still plenty of time. Whatever you want to

give her, take your time. The kid is very kind. As you know, she wouldn't even take my shares. If it was

someone else, they would have been jealous long ago." Mr. Newell walked over to comfort his wife.

"Mr. Newell, the man I'm sorry for the most in my life is Stephen. Figure out for me how I should repay

him." Watching her husband, Mrs. Newell felt relaxed. He could always come up with a thoughtful

solution to whatever problem. It was just that Mrs. Newell didn't want to trouble him most of the time.

"The best reward you can give him is to let Amy stay with him. He only cares about Amy, so don't try to

take her away from him." Mr. Newell said to Mrs. Newell.

"That's what I'm thinking. But I feel very guilty if that's the only thing I can do. I do wish he will pull

himself together again." Mrs. Newell wrapped her arms around Mr. Newell's waist and put her face on

his belly.

Mr. Newell was tall and handsome. In his forties, he still looked young.

"Leave this to me, would you? I don't want my wife to be bothered by it." Mr. Newell stroked Mrs.

Newell's hair and comforted her. He knew what she wanted, but there was nothing he could do about it.

Amy was raised by someone else, so they could only keep an eye on her from afar.

"Where's Dexter? It seems that he hasn't returned home for a long time. Is he working on his painting

again?" Dexter was so passionate about painting that it was not unfair to call him a painting addict.

"He has grown up. Don't worry about him too much. Dexter is a well-behaved young man. Relax." It

was said that mothers were the greatest. It was true. Mrs. Newell was always so worried about her

kids.

"I know, but I can't help it. I just keep thinking about them." Mrs. Newell smiled.

"Then let's go out for dinner tonight. I'll pick you up after work. I got some things to deal with now." Mr.

Newell was only here to report his whereabouts to Mrs. Newell.

"Alright, go ahead. I'm handing something as well. See you later." Mrs. Newell let go of Mr. Newell and

the two left each other alone.

"Cherry, it's me, Mrs. Newell. I'm back. Let us meet." After Mr. Newell left, Mrs. Newell called her

younger sister and asked her out. She didn’t take Cherry lightly.

"Why didn't you even bother to greet your grandparents when having a meal?" Noticing that Amy kept

eating with her head down, Grandma Eva began to nag.

"Oh. Hello, Grandpa and Grandma." Instead of arguing with Grandma Eva, Amy greeted them since

the old lady accused her of not doing so.

"There aren't that many rules here. Hurry up and have your dinner. Don't even talk while you're eating."

Grandpa John was irritated at the sight of Grandma Eva. The family had been very happy, but after her

arrival, everything became a mess

William and Sophia stopped coming here for meals, saying that they would cook for themselves.

Grandpa John was very mad at that. He liked to be in a lively family, but he didn't like quarreling. His

family used to be so harmonious. But Grandma Eva had been mean and critical to everyone ever since

she came here. She disliked the fact that Sophia was from a humble family as if Grandma Eva herself

had come from a rich one.

"You got a problem with that? I'm teaching her! It's for her own good. Look at Sophia. She greets me

every time she runs into me. See how sweet she is? It's hard for me not to like her." Grandma Eva was

annoyed by the fact that her husband acted against her constantly. She felt disrespected.

"Grandma, this is your favorite roasted pork. Have some more." Richard hurried to pick up a piece of

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Grandma Eva's teeth were not in a very good condition, so she liked to have soft and roasted pork.

Seeing the meat Richard brought to her, Grandma Eva felt her dignity preserved.

"I knew my grandsons are the ones who care about me. They're all nice. Look at how outstanding my

four grandchildren are!" Grandma Eva treated her grandchildren very well.

Amy did not bother to argue with Grandma Eva. Anyway, she was an old lady. And the elderly should

be treated with patience and respect. Amy had always lived up to that.

After dinner, Richard decided to go out for a walk with Amy to help digestion.

"At least help clean it up after dinner. What a lazy brat." Grandma Eva got another chance to taunt

Amy.

"Okay. I'll work on it." Amy let go of Richard's hand and went to clean up the table.

"You're not doing it. It's the maid's job to clean the table. You're my daughter-in-law, not a maid. You

can do whatever you want after dinner. Act like a hostess." Cathy was unhappy about the fact that

Grandma Eva kept making things difficult for Amy.

"No wonder she's like that. Look at that daughter-in-law of yours. She's just like her mother-in-law!"

Grandma Eva unkindly started quarreling with Cathy.