Noble Husband At the Door

Chapter 76

Back at home, Lydia sprawled over the couch in a lifeless fashion, whereas Godfrey was staring at the

T V gloomily. Two unfinished bowls of porridge and a plate of pickled vegetables sat on the table.

Yvonne's anger spiked when she took in the scene. Could they not take care of themselves without

Samuel? Did they really want him to make their meals for the rest of their lives?

"Mom, don’t tell me that you forgot how to cook after not going into the kitchen for a few years? Are you

going to starve to death when Samuel doesn't fix your meals anymore?" Yvonne lamented as she

cleared the table.

Lydia refused to say anything. Her husband loosened a resigned sigh. "She's stewing over that two

hundred thousand," he said. "She even said that our living expenses will have to be halved."

Lydia immediately sprang into life when the word ' money' was mentioned. "From now on, you'll only

get five hundred bucks for living expenses," she said to Samuel in a commanding tone.

"Five hundred?" Yvonne stormed out from the kitchen. How on earth was a family of four going to live

on five hundred a month? Were they going to eat bland, tasteless porridge for every meal?

"Mom, don't be ridiculous. How can we live on only five hundred a month?" Yvonne said.

"How is it not enough? It'll be fine as long as you budget yourselves properly," her mother replied

carelessly. "Besides, he has never spent a single cent o n the house after all these years. He should at

least use his savings to buy some of our daily supplies."

Yvonne’s face purpled with rage. It was she who gave the money, and now she was pinning the blame

on Samuel. What nonsense was this?

"All right then. Since you're so good at budgeting, you budget it yourself. He won't cook anymore,”

Yvonne said.

Lydia glared at her daughter. "I'm in a bad mood now. Don’t you dare provoke me," she said. "Just

leave me b e. Anyway, what's he going to do if he doesn't cook? Become a couch potato?"

Yvonne wanted to retort, but she was held back by her husband.

She wanted to protest even more when she saw Samuel shaking his head.

"Samuel, you-"

"Mother's still upset about the money. Don’t say anything anymore." Samuel tugged Yvonne back to

their room.

She sat on the bed, her insides boiling with dissatisfaction.

Samuel smiled and said, "It's alright if we don't get the money. I'll pay for the living expenses."

"It’s not about the money," Yvonne said. "I just don't want you cooking for them anymore."

"But we can't even hire a maid to cook for us, considering that our place is so tight. Let's just wait it

out.” The space in their current home could not accommodate a maid, but it would be all right once the

renovations in the villa on Cloudridge Hill were done.

"Will our house magically grow bigger if we wait? Besides, we'll have to spend a lot of money if we hire

a maid. It's not like we're super loaded," Yvonne said, frustrated and shaking her head. She continued,"

Never mind. I don't want to think about it anymore. Are you going to the market tomorrow? It happens

to b e my off day, so I'll accompany you."

"Sure." Throughout these three years, Yvonne had never gone to the market with Samuel. It would be a

new experience for him, so he looked forward to it.

The next day, the couple headed to a nearby market after they finished their morning jog and had their

breakfast. 1

Samuel was very familiar with the place. He would swing by almost every day for the past three years.

The owners of the stalls here were familiar with him a s well, and plenty of people greeted him as they

passed.

At this sight, Yvonne still could not reconcile the furious, unflinching Samuel from yesterday with the

man who chatted jovially with the vendors then, even though she had been with him for three years.

Yvonne felt as though she could not see through him and could not gauge who he was. Yet she had a

feeling that he had a fantastic surprise in store for her.

They returned home after they were done shopping. Lydia reprimanded Samuel again when she saw

that they bought fish and pork. Yvonne spoke up for him, and Lydia kicked up a tremendous fuss. In the

end, Lydia’s husband dragged her back into their room, temporarily restoring peace.