Chapter 135 Hot Coffee

Lydia looked at Meryl.

Meryl sat on the main seat, looking at them calmly. Compared to her and Dalton’s embarrassment, Meryl looked noble, like an outsider.

Lydia thought, “It’s obviously all caused by her. Why could she just sit there and watch the show with such a condescending attitude? Is it just because she used some tricks to marry Chandler successfully?”

But Lydia knew that she had to lower her head in such a situation.

Lydia’s eyes were red. “We don’t hate Auntie Meryl.”

Ethan said, “Really? Then hurry up and send your respects to her! What are you waiting for?”

At the side, a clever servant immediately handed over the coffee.

Lydia said respectfully, “Uncle Chandler, Auntie Meryl, please have some coffee!” She felt deeply humiliated!

Her eyes were red, and her lips were bitten pale. She looked like she had been bullied. She lowered her head, and her hands holding the coffee cup were trembling slightly.

“Good girl.” Meryl reached out and touched Lydia’s head as if she was touching a puppy.

Just as she was about to take the coffee from Lydia’s hand, someone didn’t hold it firmly. The cup tilted and fell directly to the ground.

Meryl immediately pulled her hand back. The scalding hot coffee spilled out instantly, all over the back of Lydia’s hands, making her scream in pain.

“Lydia!” Dalton became serious and hurried over to check.

The back of Lydia’s hands turned red. Tears welled up in her eyes, but she gritted her teeth, sobbed softly, and did not dare to cry out loud.

Her cautious and aggrieved appearance made her look pitiful, like a flower that needed care.

But Meryl was sitting there motionless, watching everything indifferently, as if it had nothing to do with her.

Dalton was annoyed. “You have already married Uncle Chandler. Why can’t you tolerate Lydia? Look at how painful she is!”

Meryl raised her eyebrows. “What does her getting scalded have to do with me? Wasn’t it because she didn’t hold the cup firmly? How can I not tolerate her? I’m her elder. Why can’t I tolerate her?” She acted like an elder.

Meryl acted magnanimously and calmly asked someone to pick up the broken cup.

Dalton wanted to say something else, but Lydia gently tugged at his sleeve.

She said, “Dalton, I’m fine. I just got scalded. I just hope Auntie Meryl can be mollified.”

Her words seemed to be soothing, but they successfully ignited Dalton’s anger. “Be mollified? What did you do wrong? Why do you need her to be mollified?”

Lydia bit her lip and said nothing. She lowered her head in forbearance, her eyes red.

After a long while, she finally said, “It’s normal for Auntie Meryl to scare me.”

Meryl sneered.

Lydia’s words made Meryl seem like the one who had knocked the cup over, even though she hadn’t.

Dalton was already in a bad mood. He was even more furious after being provoked by Lydia’s words.

“You are mine. She dares to scare you because she looks down on me!”

With that, Dalton glared at Meryl. “You are going too far by targeting Lydia like this!”

Chandler looked gloomy. “Dalton, watch your attitude!”

“Uncle Chandler, you saw it, too. Lydia’s hands were scalded. You can’t be partial to Meryl just because you two are married!”

Chandler wanted to say something, but Meryl gently tugged at his sleeve.

With Lydia’s little trick, there was no need for Chandler to step in.

“Even if I tell you I didn’t knock over the cup, you wouldn’t believe me.”

Meryl gently picked up the coffee served by the servant beside her and said, “Isn’t it just an apology? I can.”

No one had expected that Meryl would just throw the coffee in her hand toward Lydia’s face the next second.