Rich People Problems-Kwan 2017 (WWT)

“Yes, but it should never have happened. I had to pay Minnie Pock almost fifteen
percent over what Irene offered to pay her!”
“It was 1987, Mum. Time to get over it,” Cassandra said.
“People like the Wus…they never know when to stop. And now look what’s happened?
Once again they are dragging our family name into the mud. Who sent this article to you
anyway?”
“Mrs. Lee Yong Chien posted it to her Facebook page,” Cassandra replied.
“Mrs. Lee Yong Chien is on Facebook? I don’t believe it! The old lady can’t even draw
her own eyebrows!” Mabel exclaimed.
“Rosie, that adopted daughter she treats like a slave, does everything for her! Ever since
Mrs. Lee discovered Facebook, she’s been posting like a fiend. Every other day there’s
either annoying photos of her grandchildren winning some award or pictures of some
funeral she’s attending.”
“Aiyah, if Mrs. Lee knows about this, then the whole of Singapore will soon know. All
her mah-jongg kakis *7 will find out about this!” Mabel surmised.
“Ah Ma, I don’t think you understand—this is on Facebook. The whole world can
already see this,” Lucia informed her.
Mabel tut-tutted sadly. “Then I truly feel sorry for Su Yi! This is happening at the worst
time. I thought Astrid was her last hope, but one by one all her grandchildren have
disgraced her. How is she ever going to close her eyes in peace? No wonder she changed
her will yet again!”
“Really?” Jacqueline and Cassandra gasped in unison.
Jacqueline sat bolt upright in her chair. “Is this why Alfred rushed back to Singapore?”
Mabel looked a bit flustered. “Aiyah, I’m not supposed to say anything.”
“Say what? What did Dad tell you?” Cassandra prodded, leaning forward in anticipation.
“Nothing, nothing!” Mabel insisted.
“Mum, you are so bad at lying. You clearly know something. Come on, spit it out!”
Mabel stared down at her bowl of porridge, looking conflicted.
“Oh well, there’s no use trying to force her. After all these years, your mother still
doesn’t trust us. So sad.” Jacqueline sighed, giving Mabel her seductive, sideways stare.
“See what you’ve done? You’ve insulted Jacqueline!” Cassandra scolded her mother.
“Hiyah! You two! I know you are both such big mouths. If I tell you, you must promise
not to say anything, okay?”
The two ladies nodded in unison like obedient schoolgirls.
Mabel, who had grown up surrounded by staff and usually spoke in her unfiltered
manner with no thought to their presence, did the rare thing of making eye contact with
George, the head footman, who immediately recognized her signal for privacy. George
gestured quickly to the four other footmen, and they made a discreet exit from the
morning room.