Chapter 265: Chapter 265

Seraphina Sinclair’s recent good mood doesn’t mean Jude Sinclair’s mood is also good.

Ever since Desmond Fairchild appeared, it has already affected their mood. This Yuna Tate, appearing out of nowhere, keeps chattering away, making it even more irritating.

"How can you speak like that? Don’t you have any manners?" Yuna Tate’s face showed an unnatural anger as she scolded Jude Sinclair.

Seraphina Sinclair has a principle: don’t attack others unless provoked, but if someone dares to point fingers at Jude, she would even dig up their ancestors’ graves.

So this time, Yuna Tate has come up against a brick wall.

"Before you accuse others of lacking manners, you might want to consider your own behavior to avoid making a fool of yourself." Seraphina elegantly put down her chopsticks and wiped her lips, a cold light appearing in her bright almond-shaped eyes. "Yuna Tate, right? Are you sure you were my classmate in middle school? Then what color clothes did I like to wear the most? What hairstyle did I usually have?"

"I, of course I know!" Yuna Tate said confidently, but her eyes wandered, not daring to meet Seraphina’s oppressive gaze.

Seraphina became interested, crossed her arms and leisurely looked at her, "Since you know, why don’t you tell us?"

Yuna Tate hesitated and said, "You liked pink the most!"

Seeing Seraphina not refute her, Yuna Tate thought she was right and continued, "You always wore your hair in a high ponytail."

"Where did I sit?" Seraphina continued to ask.

"In the back row by the window." Usually, the bad students sat there, so Yuna Tate felt certain she was right.

Seraphina’s lips curved into a smile, half amused, "Why the back row by the window?"

"Your grades weren’t good, so you..."

Jude couldn’t help but mock, "It’s my first time hearing someone say my Mummy’s grades were bad. Didn’t you know that my Mummy only attended school for less than two years before getting directly recommended to the provincial key school? And my Mummy went to a prestigious school, didn’t you know? Do you know what prestigious school means?"

"In a prestigious school, even the students from the poorest families have assets over a billion. You learn aristocratic etiquette from childhood. Do you know how to greet people? Seeing your behavior since you entered, I can’t tell there’s anything aristocratic about you."

Speaking of this, Jude’s eyes grew colder, "We have a big pot of plants in front of this table, my Mummy is sitting with her back to the door. You have quite the eyesight, directly coming to our table without seeing us. Isn’t that laughable?"

Jude seldom ridicules people . He usually plays good cop, bad cop with Seraphina Sinclair, but today’s situation was different.

Clearly, Seraphina was in a bad mood, and he didn’t feel like dealing with Yuna Tate.

He looked Yuna Tate up and down, his disdainful words made her face feel burning hot, "Though I don’t know who asked you to come disgust us, please leave immediately, or don’t blame me for being impolite."

Seraphina had originally been cold-faced, but she hadn’t expected her son to actually protect her, which warmed her heart instantly and softened her expression. Her clear eyes glanced over Yuna Tate, "Miss Tate, if you still have any dignity, don’t sit here ruining our appetite."

No matter how thick-skinned Yuna Tate was, she couldn’t sit still at this moment. She sprang up as if her seat was on fire to leave. This text is hosted at N0veI.Fiɾe.net

Before she left, Seraphina suddenly stopped her, a mysterious smile appearing on her delicate face, "Miss Tate, there’s something I forgot to tell you: I have a photographic memory since childhood."

This remark undoubtedly hit at the heart.

Doesn’t this just prove Yuna Tate’s appearance was a joke? She had been greeting herself, who knew Seraphina had the ability to remember at a glance. She naturally knew if she had encountered her.

Thinking about being played, Yuna Tate felt angry, glaring at Seraphina as she quickly disappeared from the hotpot restaurant.

With the bothersome person gone, Jude was about to pick up his chopsticks to continue eating, but Seraphina, with a cold face, slapped the meat from his hand, "Stop eating, let’s go home."

"What’s wrong?" Jude didn’t understand what was going on, directly pulled away by Seraphina.

Arriving at the park they passed by in the morning, Seraphina’s tightly furrowed brows still hadn’t relaxed.

No matter how clever Jude was, he was still just a child, unaware of why Seraphina was suddenly unwilling to go when she seemed fine earlier.

"Mummy, did something happen?"

"Jude, we’re being watched." Seraphina whispered in Jude’s ear.

Jude truly was very smart, although young, he understood quite a bit. Seraphina gave only a slight hint, and he was able to grasp the general situation.

Their dining location was such that even Desmond Fairchild’s tall figure was not noticed, yet Yuna Tate went straight to their table upon entering. In this situation, they could only be being monitored.

Besides, he couldn’t think of a better explanation.

But who could it be? Why would they be watching them? What is their purpose?

Jude cradled his chin with his small hand, pondering for a few seconds before leaning close to Seraphina’s ear to quietly say, "Mummy, did you purposely pretend not to remember Yuna Tate just now, your purpose being..."

Seraphina nodded slightly, "I did want to find out what she was up to, and if possible, gather some information, but who knew you little rascal would scare her off with just a couple of words."

"How was I supposed to know what you were thinking, Mummy?" Jude stuck out his tongue. At the time, he only wanted that annoying woman to vanish.

"But thinking about it, it probably wouldn’t be of much use. There will be other opportunities." Seraphina patted Jude’s little head, held onto his tiny hand and gently smiled at him, "Let’s go home first, or your third brother might really get angry."

Jude nodded obediently, and mother and son walked home hand in hand.

They hadn’t walked far when Seraphina suddenly felt an unbearable abdominal pain, her face instantly turning ashen as paper.

Feeling her pace slow down, Jude looked up and was startled by her pale face, "Mummy, what’s wrong? Is it hurting somewhere?"

"Maybe it’s just because I walked too fast after eating. Now my stomach hurts a bit, but it should be fine." Seraphina took a deep breath, trying to alleviate the pain.

"Stay put and don’t move. I’ll go hail a cab." Jude’s face was red with urgency, in this situation he knew he had to get Seraphina home quickly.

As soon as Jude let go of Seraphina to head to the roadside, she suddenly lost her support and collapsed to the ground.

Hearing the commotion behind him, Jude looked back to find her breaking out in a cold sweat from the pain, not daring to leave her side even for a moment, "Mummy, hang in there, I’ll call my third brother to come and get us."

Seraphina couldn’t speak, her lips, white from pain, moved but she said nothing.

How could it suddenly hurt so much? Seraphina inexplicably panicked, instinctively reaching out to touch her abdomen.

Her child, would they be okay?

As soon as Jude dialed out, Seraphina clearly felt her stomach hurt even more.