Falling into Her Trap: Don't Cross the Line, Mr. President-Chapter 121: She Lost Her Hearing in One Ear

Chapter 121: Chapter 121: She Lost Her Hearing in One Ear

Claire Shaw stared at Vera Lowe in a daze, realizing that not all mothers in the world only knew how to berate their children, never offering them a single word of praise no matter what they did.

Someone who truly likes you thinks you’re amazing even if you don’t do anything.

Claire felt a bit uneasy at first, but these negative emotions quickly vanished.

In Vera Lowe’s eyes, she genuinely treated her with the affection reserved for a little child.

She didn’t have any bodyguards or drivers with her; a cool black G-Wagon was parked in the garage downstairs.

Vera waved her over, "Hop in the car, honey bun! Mom’s taking you for a ride!"

Claire climbed into the passenger seat and sat obediently, as cute as a rice dumpling, making Vera unable to resist affectionately touching her head or pinching her cheeks at red lights.

Claire felt like she was a beloved pet in her eyes.

Vera parked in the mall’s underground garage. Despite her playful personality, she was indeed a wealthy lady whose entertainment was shopping.

Claire had about a million yuan. She wanted to pick a gift for Vera.

Just as she was planning carefully, Vera grabbed her as soon as she got out of the car, jokingly saying, "Such a good daughter-in-law can’t be lost."

Claire didn’t say anything, just lightly raised the corners of her mouth and didn’t resist the woman’s enthusiasm.

"Auntie, do you like jewelry?" Claire asked proactively.

"I don’t like it; it’s too troublesome."

She said this but took Claire up to the top floor, the VIP luxury section accessible only with a card.

"Little dumpling, my silly boy is always busy every day. He probably won’t have time to shop with you. Luckily, Mom is free today. Just tell Mom what you like."

Claire was stunned. She hadn’t expected Vera to bring her shopping.

"No need, Auntie. Ethan customized a bunch of clothes for me. I can’t even wear them all. There’s no need to waste money on this."

"Good child, I finally understand why the silly boy has been so fond of you all these years. You’re just too good."

Claire blinked, "Auntie, when did Ethan start liking me?"

She had asked Ethan Blackwood, who declined to answer, hoping to coax information out of his mother.

Vera replied good-naturedly, "Who knows him? He keeps everything in his heart, refusing to tell me, his mother. If I hadn’t accidentally discovered..."

"Discovered what?"

Vera suddenly stopped, "Nothing, you’ll find out eventually. Come here, dumpling."

She led Claire into a high-end clothing store, where most items were custom-made.

Though the staff thought their attire was ordinary, they knew anyone in this area must be wealthy and quickly offered their services.

"Ladies, is there anything you need?"

Vera pointed at Claire, "My daughter-in-law is beautiful, right?"

The store clerks were taken aback, instinctively nodded, "Beautiful."

"Get your designers out here, measure her size, and make one of every style you have."

Claire widened her eyes, "Auntie, it’s unnecessary, I..."

"It is! If the silly boy were here, he’d probably buy the entire store for you. Do you believe it?"

Is it really that exaggerated? Claire had only been dating Ethan Blackwood for a day.

Though she could feel his deep affection, his behavior was typically more composed.

Vera didn’t even bother having models showcase outfits for Claire to pick; she simply ordered every new style, leaving clerks casting envious glances at Claire.

A wealthy and amiable mother-in-law like this is hard to come by even with a lantern!

Claire couldn’t stop it and had to accept.

Suddenly, she felt the gift she prepared worth a million didn’t seem appealing anymore.

Though Auntie was easy-going, she was indeed wealthy and likely scornful of arbitrary gifts.

"Sweet dumpling, get your measurements taken. I’ll go check out the front shops."

"Auntie, no more buying! These clothes are really enough."

"Enough? My little dumpling is so cute she should be dressed like a pretty princess every day. Be good, Mom’s off now."

Claire couldn’t stop Vera, who charged out like a mad cow.

The clerks gathered around, "Miss, you’re so lucky. It’s my first time seeing such an open-minded mother-in-law."

"Exactly, what mother-in-law isn’t nitpicking and sarcastic with her daughter-in-law?"

Claire was amused, "It’s my first time seeing this too."

Though her mother-in-law’s love was somewhat overwhelming, she was genuinely happy to be cherished.

After precise measuring, Claire had just stepped out when she encountered Damian Sutton, accompanied by a young woman who seemed barely older than herself.

Growing up, Miranda Shaw often quarreled over women by his side.

Claire had always known her father was never a devoted man, but witnessing such a scene still made her feel physically sick.

She was about to pretend she didn’t see Damian and walk away when he unexpectedly spoke up, "Why are you here?"

The woman beside Damian clung to his arm and asked sweetly, "Mr. Sutton, who is this?"

From her tone, she seemed to view Claire as a rival, which wasn’t surprising, given she didn’t recognize Claire.

Claire was always a symbol of shame to Damian Sutton. If it weren’t for Stella Sutton’s invitation at the last family banquet, he would’ve never let Claire appear in public.

Seeing Claire glaring at the woman holding his arm, Damian pulled his arm away and handed her a card, "You were eyeing that bag, I’ll come find you shortly."

The woman knew when to quit; as she passed by Claire, she paused to size her up and remarked, "What a country bumpkin."

Claire was dressed simply in a white shirt and jeans, her hair in a high ponytail.

Obviously, she couldn’t compare to the mistress decked out in designer labels.

"Come with me."

Damian led her to a ventilated corridor, where few people were around, and immediately began to criticize, "I’m giving you and your mother money every month, and you’re spending it in places like this?"

Claire found it ridiculous. He gave Miranda Shaw two hundred thousand yuan a month for living expenses, barely enough for that woman’s bag in a year.

"Mr. Sutton, do you think two hundred thousand is enough to open a VIP account?" Claire sneered.

She had hoped her father would show some concern for her situation, but he was still him, uncaring about her.

Damian realized his mistake, displaying not the slightest regret but instead becoming more enraged.

"So Owen gave you the card? Claire, haven’t I told you, he’s now your brother-in-law, you stay away from him?"

"Your daughter likes that kind of trash, sorry, but I don’t!" With that, Claire started to leave.

Seeing her growing distant and indifferent attitude, Damian immediately flew into a rage, slapping her hard on the left cheek before Claire could react.

"You still want to hide from me? You and Owen were seen at the seaside hotel the night before last; isn’t that rekindled old affection? I told you not to be like your mother, luring men..."

Claire felt a sharp pain in her ear, the previously healed wound tearing open once more.

Her left ear, it seemed, couldn’t hear anymore.

Claire felt liquid trickle out; she reached to wipe it, palm smeared with blood.

A female voice came from behind, "You scoundrel, what did you do to my dumpling!"