Sir, Madam Dispeared Again After Divorce!

Chapter 1165 Meeting Velma Again

Later, Old Madam gave up the idea of guiding Velma to be a true noble lady, probably after realizing that she couldn't make a silk purse out of a pig's ear.

She could bear with it as long as Velma didn't cause trouble or disgrace the Flint family.

Unfortunately, even this small wish of hers became a luxury.

Velma was just not the docile type.

Old Madam had constantly received news about her getting into trouble, making a spectacle of herself, and spending good money on worthless items.

For the past decade or so, Velma's antics had given her constant headaches and made her feel restless.

As a result, her disdain for Velma grew stronger.

Old Madam couldn't understand why such a person existed in this world and why his son had taken a liking to her.

Lost in thoughts, Old Madam heard hurried footsteps approaching before Velma's obsequious voice echoed from behind her. "Good morning, Mom."

Old Madam sullenly turned around, only to feel worse at the sight of Velma's chubby figure.

"Seems like you've gained quite a bit of weight lately." She sized up Velma.

Velma indeed had gotten much fatter.

The last time Old Madam saw her was two months ago.

Although Velma had always been overweight, she looked fine. But now, her eyes could barely open.

In just two months, she had put on a whole round of fat.

And what was going on with her attire?

Despite her obesity, she wore such tight-fitting clothes, as if she were afraid that people would not notice her fat.

And the worst part was the color combinations of her clothes.

There were six or seven different colors, and her cape was equally unsightly.

It was a fashion disaster.

Unaware of Old Madam's inner monologue, Velma smiled awkwardly. "Well, just a little."

"Just a little?" Old Madam was astonished by her cheekiness. "Look at the fat on your face. It jumps when you speak. If it goes on like this, I'm afraid you won't be able to open your eyes."

"You can't be serious." Velma looked down at her body.

It was true that she had gained some weight recently, but she thought it was fine.

The scene depicted by Old Madam would not happen.

"If you say so, fine. Forget it and go ahead as you like. Just don't regret it later and bother Julien when you have hyperglycemia, hyperlipidemia, and high blood pressure. Julien hired a healthcare team and a weight loss team to monitor your progress, but you secretly dismissed them after he moved out of the Flint Mansion and could no longer keep an eye on you." Old Madam snorted.

Velma guiltily hung her head. "I didn't want to reject Julien's good intentions, but those people were crazy, designing a weight loss plan and diet for me that practically eliminated all meat. After holding on for three days, I felt weak and lethargic. The healthcare team was horrible too. They forced me to do yoga every day, almost dislocating my bones. That's why I..."

"Save your excuses!" Old Madam impatiently waved her hand, interrupting her. "Since you don't care about your health, why would I even be bothered? Now tell me what happened to your clothes. Did the stylist dress you up like this?"

She wanted to know which irresponsible stylist came up with such a terrible style for Velma.

The stylist should be fired.

Such fashion disasters were just an invitation for ridicule.

Old Madam suspected that the stylist was a mole planted by Velma's enemies.

Born into an ordinary family, Velma managed to marry into the prestigious Flint family and had a filial stepson. Because of that, she was envied by a lot of women in the circle.

Old Madam knew that many rich ladies from the younger generation had been setting themselves against Velma over the years.

Velma's presence was like a constant reminder that they were inferior to a poor and uncouth woman. Their mental equilibrium had been disrupted.

So, it wouldn't be surprising if this stylist was a mole planted by them to dress Velma in ugly clothes and make a fool of her.

Velma touched the mink cape on her shoulder, but she didn't catch the implication behind Old Madam's words. Far from it, she took it as a compliment and chuckled proudly. "I came up with this

style myself. Not bad, huh?"

Old Madam was astounded. "You did it yourself?"

"Yeah!" Not realizing the seriousness of the matter, Velma chested out proudly.

Old Madam felt a buzzing in her head.

It seemed that she had misjudged those juniors.

They weren't as terrible as she imagined, and there were no spies involved.

The true spy within the Flint family was Velma.

"Mom? What's wrong?" Velma took a step forward and nervously asked as Old Madam suddenly stopped talking and uncomfortably put her palm on her forehead.

Although she didn't like Old Madam, the latter hadn't restrained her freedom or given her hard times.

So, she was willing to show more care for Old Madam.

"Don't come closer." Seeing Velma approaching, Old Madam hurriedly stopped her as if she were the plague.

Velma instinctively stopped in her tracks. "What's wrong, Mom?"

"You are blinding my eyes with your flashy outfit. Step back!" Old Madam waved her hand in disgust.

Velma looked down at her clothes, her face darkening with displeasure.

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Despite her reluctance, she complied and took a step back.

If something happened to Old Madam when she was in the old residence, she would find it hard to explain herself.

Old Madam heaved a sigh of relief. Then she frowned and asked in a stern voice, "Who let you dress up like this? And you went outside in such clothes. Do you think you haven't disgraced the Flint family enough?"

Velma was not pleased to hear that. "What's wrong with my outfit? It's beautiful. As for disgrace, I am a member of the Flint family. Who dares to laugh at me?"

Old Madam sneered. "More than plenty of people do. Because of your status, they don't dare to openly laugh at you, but they talk behind your back. And you call that beautiful? What were you thinking really that you ignored the stylist and insisted on dressing up yourself?"