Daddy, You Got The Wrong Mommy-Chapter 440: Just Consider It Buying a Maid

Elena Soo closed the door, shutting out all the disdain from outside.

She sighed and went to the bathroom to wash her face.

When she came out, Evan Miles entered the room.

He still looked a little awkward.

"Elena, don’t overthink this. My mom is just worried about the child..."

Elena waved her hand and asked, "Where’s Tilly?"

She didn’t want to hear Evan’s explanation.

Because it was too weak and powerless.

And she knew her own worth.

Her mother-in-law just disapproved of her background.

That’s why she found faults in her from every angle.

"Someone from the Collins Family came and took her back for a few days."

Evan replied.

The little girl was taken back to the Collins Family again?

Elena frowned, wanting to suggest that Tilly should visit the Collins Family less in the future.

Because each time she returned from the Collins Family, the little girl always bore animosity towards her.

A child who was initially very polite, yet was spoilt to indulgence by the Collins Family.

But she swallowed her words.

As a stepmother, she had no right to say such things.

Elena glanced at Evan, thought of her family matters, mustered up the courage, and said, "Evan, can I borrow some money from you?"

Taking advantage of Evan’s guilt towards her, was it possible for her to borrow some money from him?

Evan paused for a moment and asked, "How much do you need?"

"One million."

Elena pinched her fingers, bracing herself as she said it.

A hint of surprise flashed through Evan’s eyes, "What do you need such an amount for over the years?"

"My brother found a girlfriend, so he needs to prepare to buy a house to get married. Don’t worry, I’ll definitely pay you back."

Seeing the surprised look on Evan’s face, Elena quickly explained.

Evan smiled, took out his phone, and fiddled with it for a while.

Soon, Elena’s phone rang.

When she picked it up and looked, one million had already been credited.

At that moment, it was impossible for Elena not to feel excited.

"Thank you, Evan."

She did not expect Evan to be so straightforward.

Without a word, he just transferred one million to her.

"We’re a married couple, why talk about who owes whom?"

Evan put away his phone, his face radiating a gentle warmth like a spring breeze.

Making one feel refreshed and comfortable.

Elena’s eyes were full of gratitude.

She felt fortunate.

Fortunate to have married such a gentle husband.

Although there was no love between the two, and although his family did not accept her.

But at least he treated her well.

Being with him was very comforting.

"Evan, are you tired? Let me give you a massage."

Moved by gratitude, Elena wanted to do something for Evan.

They were a couple, and the most grateful thing between couples was the intimacy in the bedroom.

At this moment, she wanted to fulfill him.

After all, these past months, he had been abroad, and the lack of demand was impossible.

Elena’s face flushed a slight red as she walked to Evan’s side, helping him remove his clothes.

Evan, being a man, understood her intentions implicitly.

He did not refuse.

After all, he wasn’t a saint.

He embraced her, gazing at her cherry-red lips, wanting to kiss them.

A knock on the door interrupted the romantic moment.

Elena, who had her eyes closed, opened them and quickly pushed away Evan’s deep eyes, running with a red face to open the door.

Outside stood a servant.

She glanced at Elena, looked past her, and shouted inside, "Young Master, the madam wants me to call you both down for dinner."

Elena was used to the servant’s indifference.

She said nothing, and turned to look at Evan.

"You go down first; we’ll be there shortly."

Evan calmed the desire that had just been stirred, tidied his clothes, and went downstairs with Elena.

Downstairs, the servant who had just called for dinner walked to Mrs. Grant’s side and whispered a few words in her ear.

Mrs. Grant, upon hearing that Elena had asked Evan for one million to buy a house for her own brother, instantly filled with anger.

Ah.

Did they think of the Miles family as an ATM?

Daring to ask for money to subsidize her own family?

How on earth did her son find such a woman?

Mrs. Grant looked at Elena, slowly coming down the stairs, with eyes full of disdain.

She took a few deep breaths, momentarily suppressing her anger, glanced at her husband coming downstairs with her, and headed to the dining room.

The Miles family was like many households, with not much conversation at the dining table.

It was a quiet meal.

After the meal was finished, Mr. Grant called Evan upstairs, and the two went to the study to discuss matters.

Elena, as usual, helped the servants clean up the dining table.

Mrs. Grant couldn’t hold the anger in her heart any longer and was finally able to vent it.

"Elena, give me back the one million my son gave you!"

Hearing this, Elena was taken aback, stopped what she was doing, turned to look at Mrs. Grant, and moved her lips, "Mom..."

"Don’t call me Mom! I’ve never acknowledged you as the Miles family’s daughter-in-law. In my eyes, you’re not even as good as them!"

Mrs. Grant pointed at the servants, yelling and scolding.

Elena’s face alternated between pale and red, bit her lip, and remained silent.

Mrs. Grant was most annoyed by her demeanor, scolding, "A hundred thousand in one ask? Do you really think you’re the young mistress of the Miles family? How did my son marry you, a parasite? You’re just here to leech off the Miles family..."

The harsh and cutting words pierced Elena’s ears, and she tightened her fingers but still didn’t speak.

Mrs. Grant yelled for a long time without getting a response, glaring at Elena, "Are you deaf? I told you to give back the money!"

Elena slowly raised her head and calmly said, "Mrs. Grant, the money was given to me by Evan, and I told him to consider it a loan. If he wants me to pay it back now, I will. Otherwise, I’m sorry, but I can’t follow your orders."

Just think of her as thick-skinned.

There was no way she was going to give the money back.

Elena apologetically nodded to Mrs. Grant and went back to her tasks.

Mrs. Grant watched Elena’s calm figure moving in and out of the kitchen, her expression changing in anger.

"Fine, I’ll just think of it as money spent on hiring a maid! All of you, step out and let her clean the kitchen. And the hygiene of the whole house, let her handle it! If she doesn’t finish, don’t blame me for being ruthless, and don’t let her in again!"

Upon hearing Mrs. Grant’s words, all the servants left with schadenfreude.

Elena said nothing, quietly tidying up the kitchen, a bitter smile appearing at the corner of her mouth.

A maid, is it?

Then she’s quite an expensive maid.

In a corner, the maid who had just reported sneakily sent a message when no one was looking.

Elsewhere.

Amelia Miles returned home, and Hunter Miles was entertaining the two little ones in the living room.

"Mommy, Daddy wants you to go upstairs to find him."

Bea, seeing her return, happily ran to her side, her dark eyes shimmering with curiosity.

Dominic Hawke, behind her, said, "Mommy, did Daddy make you angry?"

Otherwise, why did it seem like they saw Daddy secretly taking a keyboard to the bedroom?

Amelia, still gentle in front of her son and father, smiled, "It’s nothing, I’ll go have a look."

To see if someone had realized their mistake.