Twins in Her Womb: Sir President, Please be Gentle

Chapter 3047

It was a quiet Saturday. The children were reading books in the living room, so no one disturbed Luca

and Nina's peace.

However, Crawford Manor was not peaceful after Susan's arrival.

“Father, please tellwhere Louis has moved to." Susan had been pestering Old Master Crawford

about this since she arrived.

She continued asking after he woke up from his nap.

Old Master Crawford frowned and said, "He's your son. How am I supposed to know?"

"Don't try to fool me. Louis must've told you where he went. Just tell me. I have to find him." Susan

followed Old Master Crawford around and sat down when he sat down. All she talked about was Louis.

Old Master Crawford was annoyed. Ever since Luke left with his family, he had been hearing Louis'

nnon-stop.

Old Master Crawford did not respond to Susan. This was the first the thought that Susan was hard

to deal with.

If he did not tell her, she might go on and on forever.

"If you want to find him, you can go to his company. What's the point of coming here? Louis doesn't live

here. I'm going out for dinner tonight, so no one is cooking. Go home." Old Master Crawford stood up

and shooed her away.

"Father, where are you going?" Susan stood up instantly.

Old Master Crawford stared at her with disgust. "Do I have to tell you where I'm going too?"

"No..." Before Susan could finish her sentence, Old Master Crawford interrupted her by asking the

butler, "Is the driver here?"

"The driver is here, Old Master Crawford," the butler replied.

Old Master Crawford left right away.

Susan was shocked to see him leave, and she asked the butler, "Where is Old Master Crawford

going?"

"Madam Crawford, Old Master Craford's friend invited him out for dinner. They agreed to meet

yesterday, so the kitchen will not be preparing dinner. You should go back," said the butler before he

left.

Susan sat back down on the sofa and waited a long time, but Old Master Crawford did not return.

She knew that he was avoiding her on purpose.

Susan walked into the kitchen.

When the chef noticed her walking in, she immediately stood up and asked, “Madam Crawford, how

may I help you?"

"Are you not making dinner?" Susan asked.

The chef nodded, then shook her head.

"What do you mean?" Susan was getting frustrated, so she raised her voice.

"Old Master Crawford said not to cook dinner for him tonight, but I'll still prepare food for the maids,"

replied the chef.

The preparation of the maid's food and the master's food was separate, so the chef nodded and then

later shook her head.

Susan understood now, but she was not interested in eating the sfood as the maids, so she left.

The chef sighed in relief. Ten minutes ago, the butler informed her not to make dinner.

All of them knew why.

Old Master Crawford would rather eat outside so that he could avoid Susan.

After Susan left, she received a call from Karen.

She rarely contacted Karen, but the maids at hhad told her everything about Karen and Luke.

Every tKaren cto Crawford Manor to annoy Luke, the maids would brief Susan about what

happened.

She knew that Karen must hate the Crawford family now, including her.

Why was she calling her now?

Susan was puzzled, but she answered the call anyway.

"Hello, this is Susan speaking," she answered arrogantly.

Although the Crawford family and the Mallory family were on good terms for a long time, they had

different opinions on who was truly the number one family in A City.

They had never openly fought about it, but they always secretly compared themselves to each other.

"Madam Crawford, this is Karen," Karen said gently.

Since she was the one who called first, she had to make an effort to sound nice.

"Oh, Madam Mallory, what's the matter?" Susan knew that there must be a reason why she called.

Perhaps it was because of Luke.

"Madam Crawford, are you free to talk?" Karen asked right away.

"Yes. What can I help you with, Madam Mallory?"

"I want to buy you a cup of coffee so that we can talk..." Karen said.

Susan agreed, "Okay, which cafe are we meeting at?"

"I'll send you the location," Karen said before hanging up.

After a while, Susan received the location from Karen.

She told the driver the location, and it took her 20 minutes to get to the cafe that Karen mentioned.

Susan walked into the cafe and gave the staff Karen's nbefore she was led into a private room.

Karen was there waiting for her.

“Madam Crawford, it's been a while." Seeing her walk in, Karen stood up. She smiled, trying to be on

her best behavior.

"It's been a while, Madam Mallory." Due to the nature of the relationship between the two families,

Susan understood that they should not be too friendly with each other. However, they should not be

rude either.

As she walked over, Karen gestured for her to take a seat and glanced at the waiter.

The waiter understood and brought out the menu for Susan.

Susan was not a fan of coffee. She knew that Karen did not just invite her here for coffee but to talk.

Thus, she got herself an Americano.

Karen was not in a rush to get down to business, so she talked to Susan about luxury bags for some

time.

They talked about what brands were coming out with new items and when the fashion shows were

being held.

Susan was usually interested in these kinds of things, but she was not interested in talking about them

with Karen.

Besides, her son was a disappointment.

He insisted on starting his own business when he could have worked for T Corporation.

Although their family was not poor by any means, they were much worse off than before Louis left T

Corporation.

She knew much about luxury brands, but she had to restrain herself from splurging on them.

Louis said that his company was still on the rise, so he had to cut down the family's expenses. When

the company was stable, things would be the sas before.

Susan knew that no matter how capable Louis was, by the the achieved success, she might

already be an old lady.

The thought of that made her even less interested in the topic, and she felt even more disappointed in

Louis.