The affectionate couple stung Caroline’s eyes.
That person must be Whitaker Scarlett, right?
Taking a closer look, it was indeed Whitaker Scarlett!
However, she looked quite different from the Whitaker Scarlett in Caroline’s memory. The Whitaker Scarlett she saw was wearing a blue work outfit, with simple cloth shoes on her feet, looking thin as she pedaled a heavily loaded bicycle.
She was extremely alluring, yet dressed very plainly; the stark contrast fascinated her son Parker Jace.
Now looking at Whitaker Scarlett, she wore a plaid short coat, flared jeans, and a pair of chunky white heels, completely transformed—life seemed to be treating her well! Originally, if they had run into each other like this on the streets of the commercial city, Caroline wouldn’t have been so angry, but Whitaker Scarlett was accompanied by the striking Kay!
One was holding clothes, the other collecting money; the man was handsome, the woman beautiful, they looked like a perfectly matched couple.
But didn’t Whitaker Scarlett say she was done with business and going back to school?
Caroline had warned her not to get too close to Parker Jace. A teacher from Greenfield County East High School had come to say that Whitaker Scarlett was a good candidate for university, which made Caroline’s face flush with anger. Becoming a university student certainly didn’t mean she was too good for Parker Jace; she could look down on the waitress jobs Caroline had originally planned to use to dismiss Whitaker Scarlett… From that day on, Whitaker Scarlett really stopped delivering goods to the Yellow River Hotel.
Caroline had seen from a distance that Whitaker Scarlett had changed into a simple, honest rural woman, whom Parker Jace said was Whitaker Scarlett’s mother.
Parker Jace couldn’t see Whitaker Scarlett and didn’t dare disturb her ambitions, pining for her at home.
Previously, he could at least inquire about her situation through Whitaker Scarlett’s mother, but a few days ago, the supply of eels had completely dried up, and they just said there was no stock. Parker Jace returned home, sighing deeply, and Caroline felt sorry for her son.
A vixen is a vixen; if she could really get into university, Caroline would suppress her dislike and accept Whitaker Scarlett.
Caroline felt she was making a huge sacrifice, stepping back for the sake of her son’s motherly love.
In the blink of an eye, she saw Whitaker Scarlett, who was supposedly working hard at school, setting up a stall on the street with another man… Look at her success!
Whitaker Scarlett had never said she was dating Parker Jace, but Caroline felt a furious anger as if her son had been cheated on. Caroline’s logic was simple and crude; she could criticize and disdain Whitaker Scarlett for being from a rural household, and Whitaker Scarlett had to listen respectfully.
But Whitaker Scarlett refused to follow her script, not playing the victim or pretending to be innocent, and she sharply retorted, slapping Caroline’s face with her words.
Caroline was slapped in the face by a rural girl, biting her tongue and swallowing her anger, while Parker Jace at home felt like he had lost his soul; what could a mother do?
Caroline had finally managed to prepare herself mentally, only to find that Whitaker Scarlett was saying one thing and doing another. Anger made her lose her reason, and she rushed forward to pull apart two female customers who were about to pay:
“Whitaker Scarlett, you shameless one, flirting with strange men, how can you face my son?”
Whitaker Scarlett didn’t even bother to look up, casually retorting:
“Who do you think your son is, that I should care about him?”
Looking up, she exclaimed, “Oh, isn’t this Parker Jace’s mother?”
Clearly looking down on her, Whitaker Scarlett thought they would have no intersection, especially since she no longer delivered eels to the Yellow River Hotel… The expression on Caroline’s face was so vivid, it seemed like she wanted to devour Whitaker Scarlett.
Caroline was about to go mad with rage!
As a dignified Caroline, where was her reason now? She was like an enraged mother leopard, wanting to use the most intense language to humiliate Whitaker Scarlett.
“You buy clothes from this vixen, aren’t you afraid of getting tainted by her lewdness? She used to sell eels to the hotel, making my son lose his appetite, and now she looks down on selling eels and has quickly hooked up with a new man… What does this man do? Can he give you money, or is he just helping you attract these women to buy clothes?! Do you really think he will marry you? No proper job, a poor rural household!”
Caroline began her indiscriminate attack.
Whitaker Scarlett was not one to have a good temper; if someone insulted her, she would retaliate.
Waiting thirty years for revenge? She would settle the score on the spot!
She swung the jeans in her hand and struck Caroline: “If you can’t speak properly, then don’t say anything! At your age, you should know better; to sell a few things to the hotel, do I really need to sell myself short? The family’s threshold is high; I truly don’t look up to it!”
Caroline was stunned by the blow, and Kay worried that Whitaker Scarlett would get too upset, quickly hugged her.
“Don’t argue with her; calm down.”
Whitaker Scarlett twisted and struggled, shouting at Kay: “Why does she get to call you a wild man?”
Kay suddenly looked very happy; was Scarlett angry because of him?
Caroline was about to rush over to hit Scarlett, but Kay’s grip was like a vice, holding her back:
