Chapter 184: Victoria Holloway Narrowed Her Eyes

Victoria Holloway narrowed her eyes. "Mom, you're not seriously considering letting that Paige Lawson into our family, are you?"

Catherine Holloway scoffed. "In her dreams! We don't even know if she's carrying a boy or girl. Did you see how provincial she looked today? Not even a decent handbag. And she graduated from some third-rate polytechnic institute..."

In Catherine's eyes, her son Grant was heaven's chosen one.

His future wife should at least be an Ivy League graduate with a master's degree minimum.

Someone like Paige? If not for the baby in her womb, Catherine wouldn't have bothered meeting her at all.

Marry into the Holloway family?

Try next lifetime!

Victoria smirked, completely unsurprised by this answer.

She casually tossed the cheap scarf into the trash bin and meticulously wiped her fingers with disinfectant wipes.

"Better not let her set foot in our home. She's not even on Clara Whitmore's level."

Just an empty title of campus belle—no family background, no proper education.

Who knew what her brother saw in her.

"Ugh, I'm going out!"

Victoria picked up the carefully prepared gift box containing imported cherries and premium supplements.

She was paying a visit to Professor Miriam Caldwell.

Last time she'd been turned away, but this time she'd seize the opportunity.

Catherine followed her to the door. "Be careful on the road..."

The car stopped in front of Miriam's residence. Victoria's palms were damp with sweat.

Taking a deep breath, she stepped out with the gifts.

This time she'd chosen understated yet luxurious packaging—showing sincerity without appearing try-hard.

She'd practiced her smile in the mirror for a full week preparing for this meeting.

But as she entered the garden, a familiar figure pruning flowers made her freeze.

"Clara Whitmore?!"

Miriam was an avid horticulturist, her front yard filled with rare blooms.

With the professor busy at academic conferences recently, she'd specially asked Clara to tend the garden.

No one else would do.

Not only was Clara meticulous, she was also an expert gardener.

Miriam had even entrusted her with a house key.

Victoria stared at Clara's dirt-stained gloves, her face darkening instantly.

Now she understood how Clara had scored so high during the interview.

"Hmph, I never knew you were so good at sucking up to professors," Victoria sneered shrilly. "Must feel great getting the spot through such cheap tricks?"

She despised social climbers like this more than anything.