"Damn it, you bitch! You’re really after my husband! You even found out his name!"
Only then did Mrs. Shaw finally realize this truly was Ethan’s restaurant, and that the husband Clara was referring to was Ethan. But even now, she struggles to believe it.
"Little girl, I’m Ethan’s mother."
"Are you mistaken? There’s no way my son would fall for you, let alone your husband’s."
Smack!
As soon as she finished speaking, Clara Lane slapped Mrs. Shaw in the face:
"You old fool! You’re a country bumpkin who can’t even afford pre-made meals, and you still want to pretend to be my husband’s mother?"
"You’re worthy?"
Mrs. Shaw was elderly, and Clara’s powerful slap sent her crashing to the ground.
"Mom!"
I rushed over to help her.
When my father offered a lavish dowry and sought a son-in-law for me, countless people admired his reputation.
Only Ethan Shaw knelt at my door for three days and three nights, tearfully declaring he didn’t want any dowry.
He only begged me to save his seriously ill mother.
It was precisely because of his filial piety that I chose Ethan as my husband.