CHAPTER 309: CHAPTER 309: COMING TO COLLECT MONEY

Once Dixon and Dottie left, Henry Stanton returned to his usual expression, smiling as he said to Old Madam Stanton, "Mom, how’s your health been lately? Have you been taking the ginseng I bought for you?"

Old Madam Stanton nodded, "It’s good... Is this... Sadie?"

Summer Monroe felt a sharp and harsh gaze fall on her face, scrutinizing her without any restraint.

This was definitely not an easygoing old lady.

Summer Monroe smiled and sweetly called out, "Grandma, I am Sadie."

"Hmm." Old Madam Stanton nodded, circling her as if assessing a newly bought piglet, saying as she observed, "You look quite a bit like your ill-fated mother, but don’t have her fate and temper."

Summer Monroe’s hand hidden in her sleeve suddenly clenched into a fist, nearly unable to hide her emotions.

She took a deep breath, forcing herself to maintain a smile and said, "Thank you for your concern, Grandma. I’ve been in good health."

"It’s good that you’re healthy. But..." Old Madam Stanton squinted her eyes with disdain, "You’re too skinny! Women who are too thin don’t give birth well. You should eat more. Look at you, not even an ounce of meat on your backside, wealthy families don’t like that, can’t bear a son!"

Even Summer Monroe found it hard to maintain her smile upon hearing this.

Could it be that women were just childbearing tools to her?

Now Summer Monroe was not surprised at all why Henry Stanton had such a personality; indeed, like parent, like child.

She timely put on a wronged expression, helplessly looking toward Henry Stanton.

This tactic of showing weakness worked quite well with Henry Stanton.

He stepped forward, saying, "Mom, Sadie is still young, don’t scare her. We’ve been traveling all day, did you prepare any food?"

Old Madam Stanton immediately frowned and questioned, "At my age, you still expect me to cook for you? I’ve been waiting here all day for you to come make dinner!"

Henry Stanton coughed lightly and said, "I suggested getting a housekeeper to cook for you, but you didn’t want one..."

Old Madam Stanton replied displeased, "As you saw, in this situation, how can we hire someone to cook? Those poor folks would come knocking every day asking for money!"

This rendered Henry Stanton speechless.

Old Madam Stanton turned her gaze to Summer Monroe and immediately asked, "Weren’t you raised in the countryside? You’re not like your ill-fated mother, with noble blood and unable to cook, right?"

Summer Monroe forced a smile, not wanting to say a word more, directly asking, "I can cook, Grandma. Where’s the kitchen?"

Old Madam Stanton arrogantly pointed in a direction, "There, over there. There’s not much inside, you go to the field to dig some vegetables. Just across from the door, in the fenced-off acre."

Summer Monroe was taken aback, she hadn’t expected Old Madam Stanton to be so harsh.

Just as she was about to nod, Henry Stanton spoke up, "Let the driver go, she’s just a young girl, it’s better to keep her pampered."

"Driver? What driver?" Old Madam Stanton’s almond-shaped eyes raised, "I’ve told people outside that the driver is your friend and the car is your friend’s, how can I send a guest to dig vegetables? Besides, she won’t lose an arm digging a few vegetables, why are you in such a hurry?"

Henry Stanton felt a bit awkward, he was worried that Summer Monroe might complain to Damian Knight.

But on second thought, since bringing Summer Monroe back, she’s had it too easy, it might be better to use this opportunity to temper her spirit a bit.