Twins in Her Womb: Sir President, Please be Gentle by Heap Heap

Luca understood the meaning in Luke's eyes. Even though she did not agree, she continued to grill the meat without saying much.

Vivian also witnessed the scene. Although unsure of what was happening, she felt a bit worried. Hence, she asked in a soft voice, "Luca, are they okay?"

"It's nothing, just a conversation between a mother and son." Luca shook her head, refraining from gossiping to Vivian about Louis and Susan.

Vivian was not one to pry. The reason she asked was because she could not shake off her concern seeing that both of their expressions were not quite right.

When Luca said that, she did not press further. She simply nodded and passed over her already- cooked food to Luca. "I can't finish all this. Could you help me with some?"

She noticed Luca either passed the cooked food to Luke or the kids, hardly eating anything herself.

Luca accepted it and replied, "Thank you. You're really good at grilling."

Vivian modestly responded, "During the university's anniversary celebration a few days ago, the university allowed us to set up stalls on campus to sell snacks or small toys. I sold barbecued food with a few friends. They were the ones who taught me how to grill."

Luca nodded and took a bite. The meat was succulent and perfectly grilled. Impressed, she gave Vivian a thumbs-up. "Vivian, you're really good at this. It's good."

"Really? You guys should try it too." Vivian noticed that even though everyone was grilling on their own, they still shared with the men opposite them. Thus, she generously offered her food to them. "Thank you, Ms. Vivian." Rain took it and expressed her gratitude.

"Just call me Vivian," replied Vivian shyly. She was not some aristocrat in A City now, just an ordinary person.

Rain understood what she meant and nodded. "Thank you, Vivian."

Nina, Scarlett, and Sue also took a few pieces, thanking Vivian like Rain did.

Gordan, who was at another table, overheard their conversation. His eyes darkened, especially when Vivian spoke. The cunning gleam in his eyes grew even deeper.

Vivian...

In Russia, she used to put on airs, acting high and mighty. She had no friends to speak of. Now that she had come to A City, was she putting on an act to deceive others?

Still, what benefit could she gain from befriending these women? Was she intentionally trying to cause trouble by getting close to women with partners?

Gordan's thoughts were malicious, and he almost convinced himself that he was right. Vivian probably had her eyes on someone, and that was why she was acting this way. Given how unattractive she was, who could possibly find her appealing?

As Gordan thought about it, his gaze grew even darker. He picked up the scissors nearby, snipping off the burnt parts of the meat. Gale watched his actions and laughed carelessly. Gordan's grilling skills were as mediocre as theirs.

Half of the piece of meat had been burned, leaving only a small portion that was still edible. It was truly a pitiful sight.

"What are you laughing at?" When Gordan saw Gale laughing at him, he wished he could throw the scissors at him. "That doesn't mean you're better than me."

Then, Gordon took a bite resentfully. It was just grilling meat. It was nothing difficult.

Vivian learned a little and started showing off. How amusing.

Gale nodded and replied, "Mr. Mallory can grill pretty well. Why don't you let him teach you a thing or two?"

Percy raised his eyebrows when his name was mentioned. "It wasn't me. It was Louis. I simply took over midway and flipped the meat to prevent it from burning."

Nina, who was listening to them, chuckled without saying a word.

Luca watched the interaction over there and glanced at Vivian again. She was silently grilling the meat.

Luca secretly heaved a sigh. If she had known Gordan would show up uninvited, she would not have invited Vivian. She then looked toward the direction of the house, wondering how Louis' conversation with Susan was going...

Louis and Susan each sat on a couch in the living room. They were facing each other, with the distance between them as far as the seats allowed.

Louis initially planned to sit on the

chairs where the kids did their homework. After all, it was the farthest from Susan's position. However, considering the small size of the chairs and the possibility of them breaking them if he sat down, he dismissed this idea.

The mother and son sat down, silently staring at each other.

Finally, Susan could not help but break the silence. She asked in a cold voice, "Are you done with all this fuss? When are you coming home?"

Louis' expression was indifferent as

he replied, "I haven't been arguing with you, and honestly, the three of us are doing just fine living elsewhere. It's convenient for Thea to go to school and Yuri to go to work, so we don't plan on moving back to the villa."

"Where are you living?" Susan asked again.

Louis remained silent. Neither Old Master Crawford nor Luke had told Susan before, and Louis was not foolish enough to tell her.

The apartment was only suitable for a family of three, and there was no way they could stand Susan's frequent visits. It would just disturb the peace of their family.

Susan knew Louis would not tell her, but she had someone investigate. Louis was now living in a community.

Even though it was a high-end community, it was a school district housing that was close to Thea's school. However, all the buildings in that community were apartments, not villas due to the limited land. The detective wanted to further investigate which building and which unit Louis lived in, but the community's security was tight. Strangers were not allowed to enter without the consent of the owners. The detective did not have friends living there and neither did Susan, so the investigation ended there.

"You have a spacious villa, yet you choose to live in an apartment building? Louis, are you out of your mind?" Susan could not help but sharply question. Her voice was so loud that Aunt Neile, who was in the kitchen, could hear it.

Aunt Neile could not help but let out a cold shiver. Susan's tone was all too familiar to her. Could it be that a war was about to break out between this pair of mother and son?

Aunt Neile dared not to go out and see. She just hoped that Susan would not break things when she was angry, or else she would have to spend time cleaning up later.

Louis frowned. Did she mention that he was staying in an apartment building?

"Did you hire a detective to follow me?" asked Louis.

Susan stood firm, seeing no issue

with hiring a detective to track her

own son. She answered, "Yes, I did hire a detective to track you. Neither your grandfather nor Luke ever disclosed where you were living. Plus, you went as far as to block my

calls. Isn't it normal for ather to

want to know where her son lives?"

"You're invading my privacy!" Louis clenched his fists, barely containing his frustration.

If it were not for the fact that the person in front of him was his mother, he might have given her a punch to teach her a lesson.

Still, Susan was his mother. No matter how angry he was, he could not do that. Otherwise, he would risk being seen as disrespectful. People would say he had failed to do his duties as a son if he continued to argue with Susan in the future.