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Chapter 1164 Meeting Jean Again.

It was probably because Rose saw clearly how Jean was impossible to teach as time went by that she eventually gave up on the idea of ​​​​disciplining and teaching Jean well into behaving like a real wealthy lady.

Rose would be able to put up with anything else as long as Jean didn’t cause trouble and make the Fuller Family a joke. However, even this small wish of hers couldn’t be fulfilled.

A person with a personality like Jean’s was destined to never stay put peacefully. Sure enough, Rose would occasionally hear all kinds of news about how Jean was making trouble or a joke out of herself outside, or how she was spending a lot of money on nonsense, and so on.

All in all, Rose’s health had probably deteriorated because of the constant headache she had from Jean’s antics in the past 10 years. It was also because of this that her dislike for Jean continued to grow.

Rose couldn’t understand how a species as rare as Jean existed on the surface of earth. And it was exactly this woman who had caught the fancy of Rose’s son.

Right when Rose was still deep in her thoughts, she heard a burst of hurried footsteps before Jean’s voice came from behind, sounding as if she was trying to butter up Rose. “Good morning, Mother.”

Rose’s face was dark when she turned around. She was suddenly extremely upset when she saw how chubby Jean was. “You seemed to have put on a lot of weight,” she commented as her eyes scrutinized Jean.

Indeed, Jean did put on a lot of weight. The last time Rose and Jean met was about two months ago. Even though Jean had always been on the heavier side, at least she could still completely open her eyes then. This time, however, the most she could do was bring her eyes to half their size.

Rose could see how ridiculously chubbier Jean was in just a matter of two months. Putting her weight aside, what the heck is up with her outfit?! Rose grumbled to herself.

Jean was chubby from head to toe, and yet she was wearing tight-fitting clothes that put her layers of fat on full display. It was as if she was afraid that people couldn’t see how meaty she was.

Again, putting the form-fitting clothes aside, what in the world is that horrendous color combination she has on?!

Jean had a total of at least six or seven colors from head to toe, and she paired her outfit with a mink coat.

a wonder how she could wear something so painful to look

and complaints Rose had about her, Jean let out a bashful smile when

stunned by her shamelessness. “Look at the meat on your face. It jiggles when you speak. I fear I

you are exaggerating, Mother?” Jean lowered her head

admitted that she has indeed gained weight recently, but she won’t get

Jean had faith that she wouldn’t put

if you say so. I can’t tell you what to do anyway. Do as you please. Just don’t whine about how you regret your life choices in the end when you have high blood sugar, or high lipids or high blood pressure. And don’t go looking for Toby. Don’t think I don’t know how he has been urging you to lose weight and go for check-ups regularly with the medical team and weight loss team he arranged for you. You, on the other hand, are going against his words behind his back. You actually dismissed everyone after he moved out of the Fuller Residence since he can’t keep an

those demons customized for me! They really do try their absolute

“You always have a reason. It is your body after all. Why should an old lady like me who is going to die anytime now care if you don’t even care about your own body? I would rather you tell me about what is up with your outfit today. Is this what your fashion coordinator put together for

see who it was that was so irresponsible to coordinate such an ugly

that person fired straight away after she

to the public if people were to

that the fashion

circle. After all, Jean, who married into the Fuller Family with that background of

had always known that there were many younger women within the circle who harassed Jean both openly and behind her back

they thought that even daughters of wealthy

the fashion coordinator for Jean to

she didn’t seem to understand what Rose meant. Thinking that Rose was complimenting her outfit today, she giggled cheerfully. “This wasn’t done by a fashion coordinator. I did this myself. It is pretty nice, don’t you think

rushed to her head. “You did this yourself?”

severity of the issue as she straightened her chubby body, a proud expression

buzzing in her ears

sighed. I unfairly judged those juniors with my own wicked