"Oh, what is it, master?" Helen asked.
"Outside, there is a young man claiming to be your son," the old man hadn't finished speaking when Helen's eyes went wide.
"My son?" she asked.
"Sigh, don't be excited. He's a fake," the old man said, immediately deflating Helen's excitement like a knife through a balloon.
"His name is… what was it? Yu Ming, and he's missing an arm. Go out and act like he's your son. That way, we can keep your suitors at bay," the old man said.
"Suitors?" Helen asked with a curious face.
The old man shook his head and explained everything.
"But I already have a husband and a son," Helen objected.
"I know that, but how do you expect to tell that to those old foggies? Without your son and husband here, it's hard to dissuade their interest."
"If they take a dislike to our attitude, they may even work against our sect in the future," the old man said.
