Stuck in you

Rachel was able to guess it was none other than Celia's stepmother who was spitting out curses. From what Celia had told her, she knew that woman had a filthy mouth.

"Let's go, Rachel. I am sorry you had to hear that. I will treat you to a good meal and make up for this." In fact, Celia had no desire to have dinner there. After all, Bertha would never allow her to have an enjoyable time. How could she expect a peaceful meal? No! She was determined to leave and take Rachel elsewhere.

Understanding how bad the situation was, Rachel nodded her head. Just when she was about to ease the atmosphere by asking about the food they would eat, the door was pushed open.

Grim-faced, Bertha came to their view. Without even glancing at Rachel, she turned to Celia and said, "I've arranged a blind date for you. Change your clothes and wear something proper."

"A blind date?"

Celia shouted in disbelief. "I am not going!"

Bertha glared at her. "You have no right to say no. You didn't have a boyfriend. Did you expect to live with us for the rest of your life? I am sorry, but we can't take this nuisance any longer!"

Celia couldn't help retorting, "First of all, I have a boyfriend. And didn't you taunt me for having found a rich boyfriend? How did you forget it all of a sudden? Do what you want, I am not interested in this blind date!"

Bertha sneered and said, "A rich boyfriend? He is probably playing with you. It is nothing but a time pass for him. Don't waste my time. Get ready for the date I have planned for you."

All this while, Rachel chose to remain quiet. After all, this was a family matter so she didn't wish to meddle. However, now Bertha was crossing the line. "It's Celia's choice whether she wants to go on a blind date or not. You have no right to force her. From what I know, Celia pays for her expenses every month. How can you call her a nuisance?" she questioned.

Only then did Bertha notice the woman standing beside Celia. She cast a scornful glance at her and asked, "Who are you?"

"I'm Celia's colleague," said Rachel indifferently.

"And I'm Celia's mother. As a mother, don't you think I know what is better for her?"

Celia couldn't help shouting, "You are not my mother! My mother is dead!"

Bang! A hand slammed against her face.

Dylan had overheard their conversation. He glared at Celia and said, "Bertha is my wife now, which makes her your mother! You have no right to say your mother is dead when she is here!"

Several time, Celia had told Rachel how awful her family was. But for the first time, Rachel had witnessed it with her own eyes. 'It is worse than I had anticipated,' she thought.

Rachel's heart skipped a beat. She quickly pulled Celia behind her and spat out angrily, "Mr. Xu, I have no idea why you took offense in her words. Her biological mother is indeed dead. Your wife isn't her mother, she is a step-mother."

Dylan had seen her several years ago. Back then, Rachel had a thin face and a crew cut hair. Her long and curly hair added to the fact she had gained a lot of weight made her unrecognizable to him. "Who are you? I'm trying to ingrain my daughter with some manners. This is none of your business so you better stay out of it."

a father. Yet he had the audacity to pretend like he was

introduced herself,

aback. His eyes widened in

before. Seeing her husband's perplexed look, she stood beside him and asked in a low voice, "Who the hell

"I'm Jack Fu's woman. I hope

as well. With some

MK Group. Jack is your boss, and since I am his woman, you should consider me your boss as well. On top of that I'm Celia's direct superior. Do you still think I have

heard from Jack that in addition to the employees' working ability, their attitude towards their family also matters. MK Group likes to evaluate every aspect

implied she had witnessed his attitude towards his daughter

Shen is right." She mentally cursed herself and

hand and walked out. When they arrived at the

said in

Xu family's house, Celia kept her head down and didn't utter a word The fingerprints on her face had become even more visible. After all, Dylan's slap hadn't been light. It

couldn't get Celia to agree. She

let it go. Suddenly, a thought occurred to her. The lease of the house she had rented

can live here. And if you need anything, you can call me or Lea. Don't

you, Rachel." Nobody had done this much for Celia. The amount of care Rachel was giving made her emotional. She could no

this, it was quite late. When she reached home, she noticed it was already seven o'clock. The house was quiet and she tip-toed her way into the kitchen. With an apron tied around him, Jack was busy cooking. Aromatic smell of food filled her nostrils. She couldn't help but hold

seems to be in a good mood. May

"Nothing," she said.

of that, I have a

has been good to

her too well. She was someone who seldom let her guard down. She never allowed people to see her vulnerable side. Something had happened today for

cooking and began

her shoulder, he asked in a

far-away look. "I just went to Celia's house. Her family is quite unpleasant. Her father and stepmother treat

Jack said like he was

it was wrong to utter such

but the rice needed more cooking. The two of them sat on the sofa and chatted casually. She loved having moments like this

the topic shifted to Celia and Marcus, the

about to go to the kitchen. The rice must have been ready. But Rachel caught his hand and said, "In fact, another bizarre thing

sat down