Born Into Villain's Family: I Have a 200\% Rebate System-Chapter 271: Roast Chicken

Olivia nodded, but before Mary could hang up, she quickly added, "Mom, don’t bring anything fancy to eat, okay? Just bring bread."

"Bread?" Mary asked, confused. "Why?"

"Because," Olivia said in a flat voice, "she doesn’t want anything else. She just wants bread. She literally begged about bread. So please don’t bring any of your special roast chicken or fish or biryani or anything. Just... bread."

Mary let out another long sigh. "Alright, alright. I’ll take care of it."

Olivia hung up the call and smiled to herself before walking back to the living room.

She clapped her hands once and said cheerfully, "Mom’s on her way! She said you should stay and wait. She’s bringing... bread!"

Jean’s smile twitched again. Bread?

Still, she nodded. "Oh, how nice. I’ll wait."

A few awkward minutes passed. Jean kept glancing at the siblings, clearly waiting for someone to offer her food. She crossed her legs the other way and sighed loudly, hoping they’d get the hint.

Before Olivia could say anything, Adriana stood up and said kindly, "I’ll go get you something sweet to eat."

Jean perked up at that. "Actually, dear," she said quickly, "how about you order pizza? And garlic bread. And a bottle of Pepsi. Oh! And that creamy pasta from that restaurant nearby! Maybe some fries too. And wait, I’ve been craving that expensive cheesecake—add that too. And—oh—some buffalo wings. You know what, just make it a big order."

Adriana blinked, stunned. Lucas looked up like he just heard the world’s most ridiculous request. Theodore raised an eyebrow, about to say something—

But Olivia beat them to it.

She turned to Jean, tilted her head sweetly, and said with the fakest concern in her voice, "Oh, but Aunt Jean... should you really eat all that? I mean, with your... situation?"

Jean frowned. "What situation?"

Olivia looked pointedly at Jean’s round belly, then back up with a worried expression. "That much fatty food isn’t good for someone after fifty. That belly fat can get dangerous, you know? And your poor shoulder..."

Jean’s mouth dropped open. Her face turned as red as a tomato. She looked like she might explode any second.

She wanted to slap Olivia, grab her by the ponytail and drag her out of the room, but all she could do was sit there, teeth clenched, fists tight, smiling like everything was fine.

Theodore bit his lip so hard he had to look away. Lucas ducked his head, shoulders shaking with silent laughter. Adriana covered her face with a napkin, pretending to cough.

Olivia just blinked, all innocence. "What? I’m just concerned about her health!"

Inside, Jean was screaming.

This girl is evil! She’s worse than Mary ever was! I swear I’m going to—

But outside, she simply smiled and said, "How... thoughtful of you, Olivia."

Adriana quietly stood up and walked to the kitchen.

A few minutes later, she returned with a glass of water and a small plate with some plain biscuits. She placed them gently in front of Jean with a polite smile.

Jean’s eyes lit up like she hadn’t eaten in days. She grabbed the biscuits and started eating them quickly, like they were the best thing she had ever tasted.

She even drank the water in two big gulps. It was like she was having her last meal on earth.

The four siblings just sat there and stared.

Lucas raised an eyebrow. Theodore leaned back in the couch with crossed arms.

Adriana sat quietly with her hands folded in her lap. And Olivia? Olivia stared with the calm expression of someone watching a villain make a fool of themselves in a cartoon.

Jean looked up, hoping someone would ask if she wanted more or offer something else.

But no one said anything.

They just kept staring at her. Not saying a word. Like she was some weird creature they didn’t know what to do with.

Jean cleared her throat awkwardly and slowed down her eating, feeling embarrassed. These kids... how rude, she thought. Just wait till I move in with my husband and children. I’ll deal with every single one of them, one by one.

Just then, the front door opened.

Mary had arrived.

And right behind her, in a crisp suit and serious face, came Adam.

Olivia’s eyes narrowed. Lucas sat up straighter. Adriana glanced at Theodore, who gave a small nod.

Mary stepped into the living room and spotted Jean right away. Her expression wasn’t happy. She frowned just a little, clearly surprised and not too excited.

But Jean? Jean’s face lit up like fireworks.

She jumped to her feet and rushed to Mary, throwing her arms around her in a big hug.

"Mary!" she squealed. "I missed you so, so much! I’ve been wanting to see you for so long! I didn’t have your number, and I didn’t know where you were, and—oh my gosh, is this necklace yours?"

Without even waiting for an answer, Jean reached out and touched the elegant gold necklace hanging around Mary’s neck. Then, like she owned it, she gently unhooked it and tried it on herself.

Mary took a step back, frowning even more. "That was a gift from my husband."

Jean blinked, but then quickly smiled. "Really? Wow, it’s so beautiful! Speaking of... where is your husband? I forgot to ask earlier."

Right on cue, Adam stepped fully into the living room.

Jean turned around, and her eyes widened.

Adam wasn’t super handsome or anything, but he had this calm, mature, business-like vibe that made him stand out.

He looked smart, well-mannered, and serious. His presence was strong, the kind that made people respect him right away.

Jean immediately put on her best smile and walked up to him, reaching out her hand. "Hi, I’m Jean! Mary’s sister."

Adam gave her a small nod. "Nice to meet you."

But... he didn’t shake her hand.

Jean slowly pulled her hand back, feeling awkward. She forced a laugh in her head. Okay. So he’s not a flirt. That’s fine. High-value men don’t fall for traps anyway.

She turned back to Mary with a pouty expression. "Mary... I don’t have anywhere to stay right now."

Before Mary could answer, Olivia spoke up with a smile that looked sweet but felt sharp. "But didn’t you say earlier that you lived nearby? And that you had a husband and four kids?"

Jean’s jaw tightened. Her teeth pressed together so hard that it was like she was going to break them.

She turned to Mary again, her voice suddenly full of fake sadness.

"Mary... if it wasn’t for me, you wouldn’t have even survived childhood. Remember? It was me who gave you food. I shared my leftovers when our parents didn’t feed you. Please... you owe me at least a little kindness now, don’t you?"

Mary went quiet. Her face turned serious.

The truth was... Jean had given her leftover food. Not out of kindness, but out of boredom. And sometimes to mock her. But still, it was those scraps that helped Mary stay alive during the hardest times.

After a long pause, Mary finally said, "Fine. I’ll open up the guest room. You can stay for two nights."

The four siblings all frowned at the same time.

Two nights? they thought. Seriously?

But Jean was over the moon. She clutched Mary’s hand and smiled brightly. "Oh, Mary! I knew you’d understand! You’re so kind. All that food I gave you when we were little wasn’t for nothing!"

Olivia’s hand twitched like she was about to throw a pillow.

She leaned over to Theodore and whispered, "Can we please move out for two days?"

Theodore gave Olivia a tired look and sighed.

"I don’t know what you want me to do," he whispered. "We can’t really kick her out."

Olivia huffed. "She’s acting like she owns the whole building."

Just then, Jean stood up with a big fake smile. "Alright, I’ll just call my husband and kids now! We’ll be ready to move in right away."

Mary’s eyes narrowed. "Wait. What do you mean, ’move in’?"

Jean blinked, pretending to look innocent. "Oh, I mean... just bring them over. We’ll all stay here together. You know, as a family."

Mary shook her head slowly. "Jean, I said you can stay for two nights. That’s it. I never said your whole family can move in."

Jean’s smile froze.

"But... we’ll all fit in one room!" Jean said quickly, trying to sound cheerful. "We’re not picky. My husband and kids can sleep on the floor. I’ll manage with just one bed. You won’t even notice us!"

Olivia’s mouth dropped open.

Is this woman serious? she thought.

Before she could say anything, Mary looked Jean straight in the eyes.

"There are no extra rooms," she said firmly. "And I said you can stay. No one else."

Jean’s cheerful voice turned soft and pitiful. "Mary, please. We’re family. I helped you when we were little. I shared my leftovers, remember?"

Mary didn’t answer. Her face looked calm, but her eyes were sharp.