Jessica raised an eyebrow, smiling playfully. "Auntie, you really don’t have to go all out for me. Nadia’s not used to this kind of food." She turned to Scott’s mom, Martha, and added, "Let’s keep it simple for Nadia. I like mild dishes too, so it’s no trouble."
Martha shot me a glance before looking back at Jessica. "You’re too kind, Jessica. What does a fool like her know, anyway?"
Then, with a sigh, Martha’s tone softened further. "I’ve always liked you, my dear. Seeing you with Scott makes me so happy." She let out a small laugh, dripping with thinly veiled affection. "I still don’t know what his grandfather was thinking, making Scott marry her…"
Scott slammed his utensils on the table with a loud clang, startling everyone.
"Mom," he addressed her sternly, his voice cutting through the room. "I’ve told you—stop calling her a fool. She’s my wife."
He then turned his attention to me, his gaze gentler. "And stop making vague comments. Nadia and I are married. That’s the end of it."