When His Nauseous Sweetheart Frowns, the Tycoon's Family Takes Turns Pampering Her-Chapter 81: Does Mrs. Creed Often Come to Crimson Hall?

Chapter 81: Chapter 81: Does Mrs. Creed Often Come to Crimson Hall?

Mrs. Creed and Jenna Axton froze at Luna Axton’s question, their hands halting at the same time.

Neither dared to shift their gaze even an inch toward the other, terrified Luna Axton would see that something was amiss.

But Jenna Axton was a quick thinker.

She smiled. "Mrs. Creed said she wanted to learn the different ways to make these taro balls so she could make them for you later, so she came to Crimson Hall."

"Oh." Luna Axton nodded, feigning belief in their story. She then added in a casual tone, "I feel like Mrs. Creed and Mom really get along well."

Mrs. Creed panicked. She knew the Young Madam was kind and easygoing.

But at the end of the day, she was a servant, and the Young Madam was the master.

If she were to read deeper into the Young Madam’s words, they could be taken as a criticism for not knowing her place.

To be unable to do something assigned by her master was a sign of her own incompetence.

Instead of learning how to do it, she had come here to disturb Mrs. Axton, who was recuperating.

Mrs. Creed quickly explained, "Young Madam, next time I will ask the pastry chef in the main kitchen for help. I won’t come and disturb Mrs. Axton while she is resting."

"Don’t read too much into it. I was just making an observation, I didn’t mean to blame you," Luna Axton said, sitting down in an empty seat on the other side. "I should be thanking you for keeping Mom company." 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂

Grant lowered her head and brought over a bowl of taro balls, cooled to the perfect temperature, for the Young Madam to try.

Seeing the Young Madam’s attention turn to the taro balls, Mrs. Creed breathed a silent sigh of relief. "Young Madam, I will be more mindful in the future."

Jenna Axton didn’t speak up for Mrs. Creed, continuing to leisurely roll the taro ball dough in her hands.

’I can’t. If I open my mouth, I’ll definitely give us away.’

She knew her own daughter best.

’Luna must have overheard something and is starting to have doubts about my identity.’

But she couldn’t give Mrs. Creed any kind of signal right now.

"Mrs. Creed, please don’t read so much into it," Luna Axton said, her voice still gentle. "I’m truly grateful. I’ve been so busy with one thing after another that I don’t have much time to spend with Mom. It’s all thanks to you and Grant."

’Mrs. Creed is the one who raised Blaze Fairchild. She poured her heart and soul into his well-being.’

’For that debt of gratitude alone, I can’t harbor any resentment toward Mrs. Creed.’

’My original intention wasn’t to interrogate Mrs. Creed.’

"Understood, Young Madam." Once she saw the Young Madam was focused on her taro balls, Mrs. Creed finally dared to glance at Jenna Axton.

Jenna Axton shook her head, telling her not to worry about it.

Mrs. Creed knew the Young Madam wasn’t one to beat around the bush, but she was still afraid that she was testing them for something.

She’d had no choice but to say those things to add another layer of insurance to her relationship with Miss Adriana.

"These taro balls are delicious—so chewy and tender," Luna Axton said with a satisfied expression. "Mom, did you make a lot? I’d like to bring some to Aunt May Ford tomorrow."

To Jenna Axton, Luna Axton’s words were like another thunderclap.

’May Ford... my sister-in-law.’

With her mouth full of taro balls, her cheeks puffed out, Luna Axton’s voice was a bit muffled. "Mr. Fairchild made plans for us to have dinner with the Frost family tomorrow. I forgot to tell you."

"That’s actually why I came over, but then I almost forgot again."

When she finished speaking, she smiled until her eyes curved into crescents, looking adorable and utterly harmless.

Jenna Axton, however, felt her brow twitch, and the unfinished ball of dough in her hand fell to the floor.

She composedly bent down to pick it up, wrapped it in a paper napkin from the table, and set it aside.

Her voice was steady as ever. "Alright. Once I’m done making them, I’ll cook them, then shock them in ice water to maintain their elasticity. I’ll store them in syrup and water so you can take them tomorrow."

Jenna Axton detailed every step of the preservation process.

"Great." Luna Axton spooned two more taro balls into her mouth, her thoughts turning to what her mother would wear tomorrow.

"Mom, do you have something suitable to wear? Do you need to buy something new? And for jewelry... you gave me your jade bracelet. Should I have someone bring it over?"

’Mom is very particular; she always pays close attention to dressing for the occasion.’

Mrs. Creed listened with her heart in her throat. Only when the Young Madam moved on to another topic did she dare to uncurl her palm and look at the taro ball dough she had squashed flat.

’Miss Adriana, on the other hand... just as you’d expect from a lady raised in a great, aristocratic family.’

Her expression didn’t flicker. "There’s no need. I gave it to you, so you keep it."

"Blaze gave me a lovely bracelet. I noticed it had excellent luster, so I’ve been keeping it hydrated. It will be perfect to wear tomorrow."

"I have a necklace and a ring, and another piece or two. There’s no need to buy something special just for one dinner. Overdoing it would clash with my understated, elegant style."

Luna Axton’s heart ached a little hearing that.

’It’s a shame I don’t earn enough money yet.’

’Otherwise, I could buy Mom a pearl necklace.’

’Aunt May Ford has a beautiful pearl necklace that makes her look so gentle, dignified, and radiant. Jenny said the pearls were Australian whites.’

’Mom would look just as wonderful with a pearl necklace, with her grace and complexion.’

’I have to study hard, win every scholarship I can, and buy Mom a beautiful strand of perfectly round pearls.’

’Before, Mom used her salary to buy me pretty blouses, little dresses, and shoes.’

’Now that Mom’s healthy again, it’ll be my turn to earn money and make her shine.’

"Okay." Luna Axton channeled her determination into her appetite and ate two more taro balls, nearly finishing the small bowl.

She handed the bowl to Grant at her side. "Grant, I’d like another bowl, please."

Jenna Axton stopped her. "Don’t be greedy. These are made with purple sweet potato, and it can cause bloating. You can have more tomorrow."

"When you’re done, walk around a bit, and take some over to Grandpa Fairchild and Blaze."

"Oh, alright," Luna Axton agreed reluctantly. "Grant, please pack some up and come with me."

Grant was a simple, honest person who hated being idle most of all.

So, she was more than happy when the Young Madam gave her a task.

As Jenna Axton and Mrs. Creed watched Luna Axton leave Crimson Hall, hands clasped behind her back and seemingly without a care in the world, they both let out a long sigh of relief.

"The Young Madam is so astute. I’m afraid we can’t keep this from her for much longer," said Mrs. Creed.

"Let’s just take it one day at a time," Jenna Axton replied, her expression melancholic.

’When I left, I never thought I would go back to the Frost family.’

"Then what about the dinner tomorrow? What will you do, Mrs. Axton?" This was what truly worried Mrs. Creed.

Jenna Axton gazed at the wet ground beneath the eaves, where melting snow from the roof dripped down, soaking a wide patch.

She said leisurely, "Don’t worry, Ms. Creed. I have a plan."

As they walked, Luna Axton casually asked Grant, "Does Mrs. Creed come to Crimson Hall often?"

"She comes once every two or three days," Grant answered truthfully, not knowing if that qualified as ’often’.

"What do Mrs. Creed and my mom talk about?"

"The weather, Lucky... and most of all, you, Young Madam."

’Grant is an honest person; she wouldn’t lie to me.’

’I clearly saw that flash of panic in Mom’s eyes just now.’

’And that taro ball fell a little too conveniently.’

’Does Mom know the Frost family, or not?’

’What’s her relationship with Miss Adriana from the Frost family?’

Luna Axton mulled over these questions all the way to Pinehurst Estate. As she arrived, she pushed the thoughts aside and comforted herself,

’I’ll find out tomorrow at dinner with the Frost family anyway.’