Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Although nowhere near as big as the Garcia family, the Hansons had still made a name for themselves in the shipping business.

But the Hansons spent most of their time abroad and didn't have any business dealings with Kay.

So if Kay looked down on her so much, why would she introduce her to a family like this?

Mrs. Hanson glanced up at Sylvia the moment she heard her voice, her sharp eyes scanning Sylvia from head to toe at least three times over, as if she was inspecting a piece of merchandise.

After a moment, Mrs. Hanson clicked her tongue. "Pretty enough, but way too skinny. My son Yves is the only male in four generations. Are you even capable of giving us a grandson?"

Sylvia shot a sideways glance at Yves after hearing that.

His gaze was odd-less like a man checking out a woman, more like he was sizing up a mannequin. It made her uneasy right down to her bones, like there was some hidden agenda she couldn't quite figure out.

Well, if Mrs. Hanson didn't like her, at least Kay could say she tried.

"Mom," Yves suddenly spoke up, his voice gruff and edged with annoyance.

Mrs. Hanson's hand froze around her teacup, and she glanced at Yves as if by reflex.

When Yves nodded, her whole demeanor changed instantly.

She pointed to the seat across from her. "Have a seat."

strange, but she sat down anyway. After all,

sat, Yves looked

handed her a menu with a forced smile. "Order whatever you

left

and ordered the first thing her eyes landed on-a Caesar

have children if you barely eat? Once a woman's married, her family comes

choked on

out the connection between Kay and the Hansons. She didn't have any dirt on Kay yet, and picking a

during the holidays.

shook her head. "Still not good. A woman's

like Mrs.

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a list of outdated housewife rules,

down in front of Mrs. Hanson

reached for

taken aback. Before she could recover,

with you. Pick a date you like and

believe the first thing out of his mouth was about setting

heard her and took a slow sip of