"Rosemary, I can’t believe after all this ti you’re still so flighty," Yolanda feigned shock. "You’re a woman betrothed."
Couldn’t she ask Roo to buy whatever she wanted? Why the need to use other n’s credit cards? Was it to flaunt her alluring charm? Or had Roo grown tired of her and no longer wanted to fund her shopping sprees?
As she pondered that, Yolanda saw a glimr of hope. If Roo took an interest in her, then she could soon surpass Rosemary!
Rosemary didn’t expect Yolanda to still be so annoying after their ti apart. She didn’t even bother to look at her, took the shopping bags from George, and left with him.
Because George had a sore back, Rosemary walked slowly.
"My girlfriend is talking to you, are you deaf?" Gerald was quite displeased with Rosemary’s cold deanor.
So, she was relying on her good looks, huh? She had been played by several old n, and at that point, she was putting on that icy, aloof act. Did she still think of herself as a pure, innocent maiden?
"Didn’t your parents teach you any manners?" George was quite displeased with the young ones’ attitude.
But Gerald found that amusing. "What, you’re brave enough to act but scared of being talked about?"
"What have we done?" George was baffled by the young man’s baseless accusations.
Rosemary interjected, "Uncle, don’t mind him."
"Did you hear that? She’s calling you ’uncle’. Aren’t you ashad of yourself at your age? Do you know how many n she’s been with before?"
"What did you say?" George’s anger flared. "Say it again!"
He dared to slander his daughter-in-law in front of him.
"I said this woman is like a whore."
The next second, George’s fist swung hard onto the young man’s face without any hesitation.
"Damn!" The young man didn’t expect that middle-aged man to lose his temper and start a fight. Angrily, he retaliated, and they both went at it.
People around them scread and retreated, and Jennifer, inside the store, rushed out upon hearing the commotion.
At the sa ti, the mall manager hurried over with several security guards, all puzzled by the situation.
But in just a few seconds, George had the young man pinned down, landing punch after punch, and declared indignantly, "You’re so young and yet your tongue is so poisonous. What do your parents do? How did they raise such a scoundrel?"
"Stop, stop!" Yolanda was terrified. She didn’t expect the middle-aged man to be stronger and more skillful than Gerald. Gerald was so useless! Just like any rich boy, he was like a flower in a greenhouse, unable to withstand any hardship. He couldn’t even best an old man on the brink of death!
The mall manager was taken aback by that scene and quickly dispersed the crowd. He bent over to George and respectfully asked, "Mr. McMillian, what’s the matter?"
"This brat insulted my daughter-in-law, and I intend to deal with him myself. Everyone else stands aside."
"Uncle, your back."
Before Rosemary could finish her sentence, George said, "I’m fine, I’m alright. This brat just ntioned a whore? If he doesn’t need his mouth, I can sew it shut! He only knows how to spew filth."
Jennifer, who had just arrived, saw the scene, linked arms with Rosemary, and watched the fight, amused. "Let him have it."
Rosemary didn’t know what to say. She had seen George get the better of Gerald a while ago, which was why she didn’t intervene. She was just a bit worried about her future father-in-law’s back.
When Yolanda heard the middle-aged man being addressed as Mr. McMillian by the mall manager, a sinking feeling began to creep in. Could it be, was he Roo’s father??
Just a mont ago, that man was accusing Gerald of being disrespectful towards his daughter-in-law. So, it turned out Rosemary wasn’t with so older man but was accompanying her future father-in-law shopping. Standing shoulder to shoulder with Rosemary, hand in hand, was her future mother-in-law?
Thinking that way, Yolanda felt dood. Gerald’s family background was no match for the McMillians. She was really done for that ti!
Just as she was planning to sneak away, she was quickly spotted by Rosemary. Rosemary gave the mall manager a quick glance and ordered, "Don’t let her go."
"My daughter-in-law wants you to catch soone, what are you waiting for?" Jennifer chid in.
Yolanda, overco with fear, started running. But even as she sprinted with all her might, she was quickly restrained by a few security guards. She started yelling, "It’s not my fault."
At that mont, Gerald was beaten to a pulp, barely hanging on.
George quickly discovered his background. He ca from a family that owned a garnt factory. What was so special about that?
"I don’t see any need for that shabby factory to continue existing."
George, panting after the fight, said to soone over the phone, "Short it, make it go bankrupt."
Having said that, he gave Gerald another kick. "Haven’t you apologized to my daughter-in-law yet?"
Gerald, already on the brink of collapse, saw Yolanda trying to escape but being dragged back, still insisting it wasn’t her fault. Gerald suddenly realized that he had loved the wrong person.
"Yes, I’m sorry," Gerald weakly said. "I heard she’s been involved with several older n."
"You dare to continue with that made-up story?" George threatened, raising his hand to hit him again.
Gerald, terrified, instinctively used his hand to shield his head.
"Surely, you’re the one who spread these rumors? You know my daughter-in-law? Yet you deliberately slander her," Jennifer, who was standing by, coldly stared at Yolanda. "What does your family do?"
"She’s the Yolanda I told you about before," Rosemary added.
"Oh, so you’re the bad girl." Jennifer realized. "Take her away, treat her well."
"Yes," the mall manager imdiately instructed a few security guards to take them away.
"Rose, are you alright?" Jennifer finally checked on her daughter-in-law.
"I’m fine, but as for uncle..."
"Oh, my back." George suddenly half-collapsed onto Jennifer. "Honey, it hurts, could you rub it for ?"
Jennifer fell silent for a mont. She could tell he was faking it, but considering he had stood up for their precious daughter-in-law, she still rubbed his back a few tis.
Rosemary couldn’t help but grin. She was about to pick up the dozens of shopping bags on the floor when the mall manager had soone help, even taking the bag from her hand. "We’ll take care of these small matters. I’m truly sorry for what happened in the mall under my managent."
"It’s good that you know!" Jennifer glanced at him. "From now on, don’t let them in."
"Yes, I got it."
George was still half-leaning on his wife, but reluctant to put pressure on her, simply enjoying that mont of bliss.
"I feel much better after you rubbed my back."
"So many people are watching, aren’t you embarrassed?"
"My back hurts, and you are helping . Why would I be embarrassed?"
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