Looking at Nell Harris's photo, Ethan Herd finally knew where Scarlett Glenn got her stunning beauty.
In that era of scarce supplies and cosmetics, when there was no PicsArt, no Photoshop, and no plastic surgery, even the simplest black and white photo without makeup couldn't hide Nell's beauty.
But in that era, being too beautiful might not have been a good thing.
Ethan suddenly felt that Arnold Glenn, that bastard, really deserved to die and that even death did him a favor.
Instead of wanting a woman like Nell, he went after a piece of garbage like Rini York.
His brain must have been drenched in black dog blood.
Scarlett Glenn took a clean handkerchief out of her pocket and gently wiped the rainwater off the photo, saying, "Say hello to my mom."
Ethan panicked: "What... what should I call her?"
"Up to you."
Ethan blurted out, "Can I call her Mom?"
