Mrs. Herd left the pot unattended and angrily shouted, "Not offended, but you're trying to pull this dark move! You know how much Mrs. Cohen treasures her eldest grandson, and you dare to slander him as homosexual... What on earth are you trying to do?"
Ethan's face darkened; if you cracked his heart open, the blackness inside would reflect light.
Ethan didn't explain and said directly: "In a word, if you're my real mother, you'll help."
"I..." Mrs. Herd really wanted to stuff Ethan back into her stomach, this wretched thing.
Mrs. Herd complained: "But you don't have solid evidence. How can I help, just with my words?"
Ethan pondered: "All right, I'll give you evidence tonight. You ask Mrs. Cohen to play cards tomorrow."
"Son, son, what kind of mischief are you really up to?"
