Henry’s mom looked back and saw Henry Sullivan coming over, and she awkwardly cleared her throat.
"Why don’t you go chat with your dad for a while."
"What do I have to chat about with him," Henry Sullivan walked to Ivy Miller’s side and looked at his mom: "But you, why are you leaving a woman who can’t cook in the kitchen?"
Henry’s mom looked at Ivy Miller: "You can’t cook?"
Ivy Miller felt a bit guilty: "I can... a little."
She lanted in her heart, Uncle, are you here to rescue or to stab again?
"How is a little enough? Henry is always very tired working in the army every day.
If he cos ho and can’t even get a hot al, then you really have no purpose for being here."
Henry Sullivan hated hearing his mother say this: "Enough, Mom, stop talking nonsense."
"How is this nonsense? It’s very real.
How can a daughter-in-law of the Sullivan family be so weak."
"Even if I can’t afford a maid, I would cook myself.
Who says a woman is married to cook for her husband.
Stop putting ’otherwise, why did the Sullivan family marry Ivy’ on your lips.
Did Dad marry you just to have you cook and deal with household chores?
You think I’m your precious son, but isn’t Ivy also a daughter her parents raised dearly?
She is now my wife, which makes her your daughter, so treat her better from now on."
Hearing Henry Sullivan say this, Henry’s mom glanced sideways at Ivy Miller, clearly displeased.
How could she have imagined her son would actually defend a woman he married after eting just once?
Surely they don’t have such a good relationship.
Feeling embarrassed by her son’s reprimand, but unwilling to argue with Henry Sullivan in front of Ivy Miller,
so she stepped forward and pulled Henry Sullivan’s wrist: "Co out for a bit, I want to talk to you."
Henry Sullivan looked at Ivy Miller: "You go sit with my dad for a bit." He rembered she once said she found his father much easier to get along with than his mother.
"Oh, okay."
Henry Sullivan walked out with his mom and went into the small tea room on the first floor.
He leaned against the wall, and his mom stood in front of him: "Henry, everything I do to educate Ivy is to help you train her.
I know your personality; you’re easily soft-hearted towards girls, so I’m helping you.
How can you not appreciate a bit and undermine in front of that girl."
"I’m not undermining you, it’s just that your behavior is hard to watch.
Ivy didn’t do anything wrong, so why are you always speaking to her in such a reprimanding tone.
My in-laws have always been polite to . Treat people as you want to be treated, I hope you won’t mistreat their daughter."
"You... how can you not understand, I’m clearly helping you.
Henry, be honest with Mom, are you still upset with over Isla Linton’s situation, and that’s why you’re opposing here.
I’ve said it many tis, the matter with Isla Linton is in the past, it’s ti to move on.
How long are you going to let that woman affect you, she’s really not worth it."
"Enough," Henry Sullivan’s voice rose a few degrees chillingly: "Never ntion Isla’s na in front of again, do you think you have the right?"
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