Madam Herd reached out and patted Ethan on the shoulder: "Even if it's to say thanks, I should be the one to go. What are you getting yourself into for no reason?"
Ethan stood up and straightened his clothes: "Isn't there an old saying—son paying for mother's debt? I'm naturally going to repay the favor you owe. So, don't be polite with me. Let's go."
Madam Herd ...
She watched Ethan enter the house with a dejected face and leave in high spirits.
Madam Herd couldn't help but shake her head with a smile: "This sly kid ..."
Fifth sister-in-law, who had been listening attentively, couldn't help but ask, "Madam, didn't you always dislike Miss Glenn? Why ...?"
Madam Herd raised her eyebrows, took the jewelry from her sister-in-law's hand, and threw down her chin, saying, "I still don't like her now."
...
Ethan felt that the discomfort he had been suppressing for so many days had finally eased a little.
