Healing my disabled husband
Chapter 595 Have Nothing To Do With Me

Chapter 595 Have nothing to do with me

Mariam froze in amazement.

What did she hear?

A woman's voice?

Her son had a woman here!

Mariam could no longer contain her excitement. She clasped her hands so tightly that she did not scream.

God, this was great. She'd got a future daughter-in-law.

Mariam tried to hold back her excitement, then said, "Eden, you're in the kitchen."

Eden's body stiffened uncontrollably the moment he heard his mother's voice.

He turned around, looked at Mariam, and asked, "Mom, what are you doing here?"

"I'm worried about you. Look at you, you're sick and you don't talk to your family. I just found out," Mariam said.

Although she said she was worried about Eden, her eyes had fallen on Minnie's body.

Mariam quickly recognized Minnie as the most satisfied of all the girls she had set Eden up on a blind date with.

But, after she set them up, what did Eden tell her?

They were not suitable.

Mariam wanted to go up and punch Eden in the head.

Was there any truth in this bastard's mouth?

They were not suitable?

But they were in the kitchen now?

Kitchen was an intimate place where no one could enter casually.

Eden was such a bastard. She was so mad at him.

However, now that Minnie was here, Mariam could not say anything, even though she was full of complaints about Eden. She can only silently keep that in mind. When she was home, she can tell her husband who can deal with Eden himself. Eden had felt the deep resentment of his mother, and now he could not explain it.

But Eden didn't want to explain.

He was quite happy to see such a misunderstanding, but also hoped that his mother can help him.

Minnie had a totally different reaction.

She tensed up when she heard the sudden noise.

Especially since it was a female voice, her first reaction was that she wasn't going to be taken for a mistress, was she?

Just thinking about it, Minnie had already quickly conjured up a scene in her mind that she was going to be involved in a fight.

This thought, however, lasted only a few seconds.

Soon, Minnie saw clearly who was coming. It was a beautiful woman with elegance.

Minnie immediately understood what the identity of the visitor had.

However, realizing that it was Eden's mother, Minnie became even more nervous.

Her hand that was holding the turner could not help but tremble. It was only because her body's instinct was quite reliable that she did not allow her to drop it onto the ground or into the pot directly. Minnie even remembered to turn off the fire so that she wouldn't panic later, no matter what she had to face.

In just a few tens of seconds, Minnie put on an action movie in her mind.

Mariam did not immediately ask Eden what Minnie was doing there, but looked at her gently, even watching what she was doing.

She was more pleased with Minnie, to say the least.

She was a calm girl who did not panic when anything happened.

The more Mariam looked at her, the more satisfied she was.

In particular, the girl was much more beautiful than she was in the picture.

The photo sent to her had been retouched to remove the girl's aura.

Mariam said, "You must be Minnie. So you're the one taking care of Eden. No wonder he didn't tell me anything. If I'd known you were here, I wouldn't have bothered."

Minnie was at a loss for words from Mariam. She did not dare to tell Mariam directly that it was her who had caused her son's illness, but she had only just learned that her son had survived these past few days on his own.

Mariam's words, however, gave her all the credit, which made Minnie even more ashamed.

What was she gonna do? How was she gonna answer that?

Eden almost clapped for his mother.

Although she said it because she didn't know the inside story, Eden saw Minnie's expression and was particularly comfortable.

He pursed his lips, and, not wanting to upset Minnie, said directly to Mariam, "Mom, why didn't you tell me you were coming?"

"I'm worried about you. I made some soup and came over to see you. You don't live at home, so I can't take care of you here, but it seems that I don't need to worried no one takes care of you now," Mariam said.

Eden saw that Mariam had really misunderstood her, so he said, "It's good that you're here. You can come over and judge. I told her that she put too much soy sauce in, but she didn't believe me. Come and take a look. Which one of us is wrong?"

Eden pulled Mariam over to judge between him and Minnie.

Just now, the two of them had argued about soy sauce no less than three times.

Minnie always put soy sauce in whatever she cooked.

Eden didn't know how to cook, but he knew soy sauce wasn't the way to go.

Now, since there was a third person, she can made a judgement.

Minnie, on the other hand, was a total wreck.

Eden was simply doing too much. Her shortcoming was completely exposed to Mariam.

Minnie could almost feel that she was going to be embarrassed.

However, to Minnie's complete surprise, Mariam took a look at the food in the pot and immediately said, "I don't think she put too much on it. I think it's pretty good. Look at the color. How beautiful is it? It smells good too. I'm sure it tastes good too."

Minnie was struck dumb while Eden was quite confused.

Minnie's face was almost red. She was really grateful that Mariam would say that, but felt even more guilty.

She was really bad at cooking.

Eden almost laughed at his mother by anger.

"Mom," he said, "Nothing hasn't even happened yet. Is it okay for you to be so biased?"

Mariam glared at him and said, "Is it inappropriate? I think it's appropriate."

Yeah, well, was she his mother?

She was right about everything.

The conversation between Eden and Mariam made Minnie feel even more embarrassed. Why did it sound so flirtatious to her? Especially Eden's words.

She wanted to ask, "What's going on? What does that mean by 'nothing hasn't even happened yet'?"

What did he want?

What else can they do?

In addition, Eden's "biased" directly set the tone of the dialogue to be very ambiguous.

Minnie even wondered if they were talking about other people, not about her.