She went pale, clinging to the corner of my dress and whispering, "Wendy, did we come to the wrong restaurant? This can't be my son's place, right?"
Mrs. Shaw preferred to believe we'd come to the wrong place rather than suspect Ethan of infidelity, and certainly didn't think he would let a mistress overcharge customers.
That's right.
To us, Ethan Shaw was a decent man — honest, filial, and devoted to his wife.
A month earlier, despite being a prominent figure in the financial world, he had suddenly announced plans to open a high-end restaurant.
I asked him why. He said food safety issues were extremely serious these days, and he wanted to create a conscientious restaurant where everyone could eat with peace of mind.
He wanted to free ordinary people from having to eat two-year-old broccoli or frozen meat.
I was pleased by his righteousness and conscience.
I never expected he would invest so much money not to build a conscientious restaurant but to run a shady business and support a mistress! I pulled Mrs. Shaw behind me and said coldly to the woman before us:
"Alright, I'll see what your husband can do for us when he arrives."