The onlookers were one thing, but Yvette Grant, the one who had just been called "Mom," was sobbing her heart out.
"You..."
Yvette Grant was so furious her voice choked in her throat.
'What does Shirley Thorne mean by this?'
'Calling me Mom already?'
'Is she so sure I can't fight back?'
Uncle Grant's expression was just as grim.
He realized he was backed into a corner.
He had been the one to bring up feng shui, and he hadn't strongly objected to acknowledging the kinship. As a result, he was now being led by the nose, forced to take things one step at a time.
There was only one way out of this now: he had to discredit that face reading book and challenge its legitimacy. Otherwise, their only option was to drop all pretenses and have a complete falling out.
No matter what, he couldn't let Yvette become Shirley Thorne's mother. Before, they'd had Yvette apologize to that mistress for the Grant family's sake—a necessary sacrifice to accommodate Mr. Z. But now...
