Chapter 680Chapter 678
Once the Huttons were back at Saspiuburg, Amelia's life returned to normal. In the blink of an eye, it
would soon be Tiffany's wedding.
Amelia accompanied her to test out the wedding dress that Derrick had custom-made from Irushea.
After Tiffany put the dress on, she twirled in front of the mirror and chuckled. “Babe, do I look good?”
Amelia walked over and straightened the edges of the dress. “Tiff, you look exceptionally beautiful
today. Even I'm charmed.”
Tiffany blushed and beamed.
Right then, Derrick entered the shop, and Amelia quickly retreated to the side to give the couple some
space.
Marriage was a joyful event in life, and Amelia felt that she was lucky to witness it herself.
Back then, she and Oscar did not marry out of love. On the other hand, Tiffany and Derrick decided to
get married out of love for each other. That itself was a good reason for others to congratulate them on
their union.
As Derrick looked at Tiffany in a daze, he whispered, “Tiff, you look so attractive today.”
Tiffany's cheeks turned redder, but she deliberately asked, “Do I not look attractive usually?” “You always do, but you look even more attractive today.”
“What a sweet talker. Tell me. How many women have you said these words to?”
“You're the only one I'll say these things to in this life, next life, and the life after next.”
Tiffany giggled.
A smile grew on Derrick's lips as well. He then reached out to caress her soft cheek and said, “Tiff, it's
time for us to meet my in-laws. It's my fault that we haven't met your parents even though we're about
to marry.”
Tiffany chuckled. “They're flying this afternoon. My family is just a normal family. Mom and Dad haven't
seen much of the world. I'm afraid that the Hissons will look down on them, so I didn't plan to let them
meet your family. You won't blame me for this, right?”
Derrick shook his head and lovingly told her, “Silly, why would I blame you for this? I should be going to
your family home to visit your parents, but you ended up getting them to come before I could do that.
As their son-in-law, I am the one who hasn't done my duty.”
“We have a long road ahead of us. My parents won't mind.
Derrick nodded. That was all he could do.
That night, when Tiffany's parents and brothers' family arrived, Derrick invited them over. However,
Amelia's family was the only other ones invited; he was planning to have the Hissons meet the Wintersthe next day so that the Winters would not be anxious.
Amelia stepped forward and chuckled, “Mr. Winters, Mrs. Winters, I'm Amelia. I played with Tiff when I
was a kid. Do you remember me?”
Ophelia, Tiffany's mother, looked at her and chuckled. “It's you, Amelia. I watched you grow up, so how
can I possibly not remember you? You're getting prettier and prettier, and I nearly couldn't recognize
you. I haven't seen you around when I go back to the family home over the years. Have you not gone
back?”
Amelia smiled and changed the topic. “Mrs. Winters, you must be tired from the flight. I'll ask Derrick to
send you to the hotel after the meal. You should get some rest.”
A considerate woman she was, Ophelia did not insist on an answer.
“Dad, Mom,” Derrick and Tiffany called out as they walked over. Clearly, Derrick already thought of
them as his in-laws.
When Ophelia and Reginald saw Derrick, who looked like the prime model of mankind, they froze.
They had never seen a man that attractive before—he was like one of the gods in the fantastical they
heard when they were children.
I doubt there are many who look as charming as him! He's so beautiful to the point anyone would feel
bad about themselves just by being in the same room as him!
When Tiffany saw the way her parents were standing transfixed, a laugh escaped her. “Mom, Dad, snap back to your senses. This is your son-in-law. He's a man, not a god or a monster
from some stories,” Tiffany deliberately teased.
It was then the Winters came back to their senses and turned red in the face.
Ophelia then rolled her eyes at her daughter, embarrassed, before turning back to Derrick.
“Are you Derrick? Tiff has shown us your photo before. You're already very good-looking in photos. I
never thought that you'd look even better in person. You're just like the gods in the stories. Tiffany's dad
and I are stunned. We thought we'd gone to an alternate universe!” Ophelia's description, which
sounded like a typical statement of a woman her age, was also mixed with several trending terms.
Hence, Derrick chuckled in amusement, and the two became much closer from that.
“Mom, you're so humorous! I'm glad that you're happy with my looks. I was just worrying about what I
should do if you didn't like me. Now, I can be at ease. From now on, I'll be like your son. This is a gift
from me for you and Dad. I hope that you'll like it.” Derrick then took two intricate boxes out of nowhere
as if he was a magician. He then handed them to Ophelia before saying, “I've prepared the gifts for
Jayden and his family separately; I'll be getting someone to send them to the hotel that I've booked for
you.”
At that, Ophelia became even happier with Derrick, for the young man seemed to be well-prepared.
Even Reginald, Tiffany's father, found nothing unsatisfactory about Derrick after giving him a once-over.
The group then went to the hotel to put their luggage before heading to the restaurant for their meal.
Oscar came much later with Tony. When the Winters saw him, they figured out that he was either richor influential. From that, they understood that Tiffany's life in Tayhaven was not bad. Not only was she
marrying a good husband, but the people she knew were also excellent individuals.
After putting down Tony, Oscar greeted, “Hello, Mr. Winters, Mrs. Winters, I'm Oscar Clinton, Amelia's
husband.”
The Winters couple immediately stood up stiffly. As a matter of fact, they even nearly bowed at him.
“Hello, nice to meet you!”
Oscar's presence was overwhelming, and they dared not do anything silly around him.
Tony also greeted them obediently.
He looked cute and sweet with his words, so the Winters couple were instantly enamored with him.
“He's...”
“Mr. Winters, Mrs. Winters, he's my son. His name is Anthony Clinton, and his nickname is Tony. You
can just call him Tony,” Amelia introduced.
“Tony? That's a nice name.” Ophelia reached out to carefully touch Tony's face. “He looks great. He's
almost like a doll. The children of rich families are really different from others. The other pair of
grandchildren I have are so cheeky.”
The Winters kept pouring praises on Tony, and it was a nice opening to their meeting.
After the meal, Amelia took the present she prepared beforehand and gave it to Oscar. “Mrs. Winters,this is a gift to you and Mr. Winters from Oscar and me. I'm not sure if you'd like it or not.”
Ophelia was pleasantly surprised. She quickly took it and said, “Amelia, thank you. You're such a
considerate child. I'm sure your gifts are the best.”
A while of chatting later, they finally bid each other farewell.
Derrick sent the Winters family back to the hotel before staying and chatting a while longer with Tiffany
and her parents.
Then, he received a call that made him leave early. Tiffany sent him to the entrance and reminded him,
“Drive safely.”
Derrick replied, “Call me when you're about to go back. I'll come and pick you up.”
Tiffany nodded.
Once Derrick was gone, Ophelia quickly grabbed Tiffany's hand and returned to her usual state.
“Tiff, Derrick looks like a great man. What does he do? What does his family do? You can't forget about
your elder brother's family and your little brother's family even after getting a good life, okay? Don't
forget that it was difficult for them to pay for your university tuition fees back then. Once you're rich, you
have to buy a house for them each,” Ophelia said to her.
Tiffany's good mood dissipated at that.
She thought that her mother would be concerned about her well-being after not seeing her for a longtime. However, as it turned out, Ophelia was only thinking about how her family could benefit from her
rich soon-to-be husband. For a moment, Tiffany was unsure if she should be glad that they had not
shown that side of theirs when Derrick was around.
While she was fine with helping them out upon getting rich, it was a different story to have someone
ask for the money from her.
It felt as if she was nothing but an automated teller machine to them—no one would feel good to be
treated in that way.
Tiffany then said, “Mom, didn't I buy a house for you?”
“That's not the same. I thought you were only earning a little more in Tayhaven, so it didn't feel right to
ask more from you. But now, it's different. The man you're marrying seems good, and it's nothing out of
the norm to help out your brothers. At the very least, you should buy a house for your two brothers.
After all, property prices are skyrocketing nowadays,” Ophelia told her.
By then, Tiffany could barely keep the smile on her face.
Reginald then walked over to diffuse the situation. “It'll be our daughter's happy day in no time. Talking
to her about the houses right now will be killing her joy.”
Ophelia rolled her eyes at him. “Do you still want your younger son and his wife to squeeze in the small
house that's not even fifty square meters? Moreover, he's still paying off the loan for that house.”
Reginald fell silent. Tiffany was rather disappointed. In comparison with Ophelia's two sons, she, as her daughter, did not
seem as important.
I knew it. A married daughter is no longer part of the family. I really can't feel any love from this family at
all.