The Mistress Killed My Mother-in-Law

"Little girl, I’m Ethan’s mother."

"Are you mistaken? There’s no way my son would fall for you, let alone your husband’s."

Smack!

As soon as she finished speaking, Clara Lane slapped Mrs. Shaw in the face:

"You old fool! You’re a country bumpkin who can’t even afford pre-made meals, and you still want to pretend to be my husband’s mother?"

"You’re worthy?"

Mrs. Shaw was elderly, and Clara’s powerful slap sent her crashing to the ground.

"Mom!"

I rushed over to help her.

When my father offered a lavish dowry and sought a son-in-law for me, countless people admired his reputation.

Only Ethan Shaw knelt at my door for three days and three nights, tearfully declaring he didn’t want any dowry.

He only begged me to save his seriously ill mother.

It was precisely because of his filial piety that I chose Ethan as my husband.

After we married, I hired the best medical experts to cure Mrs. Shaw’s illness. But after Clara’s blow, Mrs. Shaw, who had just recovered from a serious illness, turned pale. She clutched her chest tightly, her body curled in agony!

"Mom?"

My heart tightened, and I immediately hugged her.

"Mom, are you having heart problems?"

"Medicine! Where’s your medicine?"

Although Mrs. Shaw’s heart disease had been treated, her doctor warned that she couldn’t endure major stress, or her condition could relapse anytime. For that reason, she always carried fast-acting heart pills.

I frantically rummaged through her pockets until I finally found the small brown medicine bottle.

Just as I trembled, unscrewed the cap, and was about to pour out the pills to feed her, Clara stepped forward and snatched the medicine away.

"What’s this? You’re trying to dine for free, pretending to be my husband’s family won’t work, and now you’re faking an illness to scam me?"

"Do you really think you can get away with this?"

"Give me the medicine!"

I stood up and tried to grab it, but the waiters were all Clara’s friends and relatives. Without a word from her, they pinned me down.

My voice trembled with panic as I screamed at Clara:

"She’s really Ethan’s mother!"

"She’s having a heart attack. If she doesn’t take her medicine, she’ll die!"

I explained the seriousness of the situation, hoping Clara would come to her senses. Unexpectedly, she was completely unfazed and even sneered, "How dare you lie? My husband is a respected CEO, and this old woman, dressed in rags, is unworthy of being his mother?"

"What brainless fools! They can even lie this outrageously!"

Ethan’s father had died young, and Mrs. Shaw raised him alone.

To give her son the best life, she spent all her earnings on him, living a simple and frugal existence herself.

Even though Ethan and I bought her countless clothes, she refused to wear them.

Unexpectedly, this became Clara’s excuse to deny her identity.

Seeing Mrs. Shaw’s face turn from pale to ashen, I was distraught and quickly said, "Everything I said is true. She is Ethan’s mother, and I am Ethan’s wife."

"If you don’t believe me, call Ethan and ask him yourself!"

As I spoke, I struggled to rise and grab the medicine.

But the two male waiters pinned me down, refusing to let me move. Clara glared at me angrily, saying, "You’re getting more and more outrageous."

"One is pretending to be my husband’s mother, and the other is pretending to be Mrs. Shaw."

"Why don’t you take a piss and look at yourself? With your character, even if you stood naked in front of my husband, he wouldn’t want you!"