“Aunt Rachel, I didn’t drive and took Shawn’s car here. It’d be great if you could arrange for the chauffeur to drive me back to the shop.”

Holding back her anger, Mrs. Lowe summoned a maid to arrange the ride for Jasmine with the chauffeur.

Once Jasmine was gone, Mrs. Lowe slapped her son and lashed out, “Shawn, are you trying to infuriate me? Serenity is three years older than you. She doesn’t come from a good family. Are you blind to fall for her?”

“Aren’t you fond of Serenity, Mom?

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