C7 Embarrass Your Motherinlaw!!

"Who are you looking for?"

I've been around for two and a half years now. Surely you don't think you've been dealing with a ghost every day, right?"

"Mr. Ferguson, it's me," Westley replied.

Mr. Ferguson, the housekeeper for the Rogers Family, had served them for over thirty years, managing all sorts of matters.

"Oh, it's you. My eyes aren't what they used to be, and it's quite dark, so I didn't recognize you," Mr. Ferguson said, as if a lightbulb had gone off in his head.

'It's not that you couldn't see me; you just didn't want to,' Westley mused to himself with a wry smile.

Mr. Ferguson had never been particularly warm to him, often putting obstacles in his way and subjecting him to a constant barrage of sarcasm... Maybe he too saw Westley as worthless.

Thankfully, Mr. Ferguson still opened the door for him.

As Westley stepped inside, Mr. Ferguson drawled, "And where have you been off to?"

"Just out for a stroll," Westley replied succinctly.

Noticing the Cadillac in the garage, he inquired, "Do we have visitors?"

"Yes, the lady of the house has returned," Mr. Ferguson announced with a smug look.

"So, my dear mother-in-law has arrived. I should pay her a visit," Westley said with a smile.

He walked briskly towards the interior of the house, seemingly in high spirits.

Watching Westley's retreating figure, Mr. Ferguson shook his head and muttered under his breath, "Such a waste. Let's see how the lady deals with you this time!"

The Rogers Family's villa was opulent and elegant, with a touch of luxury in its design.

Upon entering, Westley caught sight of a dignified middle-aged woman seated on the couch, gracefully sipping tea from an imported European royal porcelain cup.

She was a vision of meticulous self-care, her skin fair and glowing, with not a wrinkle in sight, making her appear no more than thirty.

This was Lauren Crawford, Westley's mother-in-law, who had extensive ties to the influential Crawford Family of Tatolyn.

Around her gathered the Ye sisters.

Olivia had changed out of her work attire into a light blue gown, her hair cascading over her shoulders, exuding a commanding presence even in repose.

Aimee was the more vivacious of the two, her exaggerated gestures and comical expressions nearly bringing her mother to tears of laughter.

Westley lingered at the threshold, his gaze fixed on the trio of women as they chatted animatedly. He couldn't help but drift into a daze.

'Why are they so jubilant? Are they celebrating their imminent freedom from me?'

From behind, Mr. Ferguson cleared his throat subtly and quipped with a hint of sarcasm, "You're here, yet you haven't said hello to the lady of the house?"

At his words, the women's smiles vanished in an instant.

Lauren smoothed her already neat hair and straightened her posture, her face morphing quickly into one of irritation.

Aimee turned away, resting her head on Lauren's shoulder.

Olivia, for her part, stretched out languidly.

The air was thick with awkwardness, reminiscent of a scene where gossipers are caught in the act by their unwitting subject.

But Westley was no easy target for mockery.

He mustered every muscle in his face to produce a grin more pained than any frown, opened his arms wide, and lunged at Lauren.

Lauren, startled, tried to sidestep his advance.

But Westley was swift.

Enveloped in his embrace, he marveled inwardly, 'How does she maintain herself so well?

Her figure is impeccable, and she carries a delightful scent.

Her skin is as smooth and supple as a young girl's...'

Westley's abrupt move left everyone agape.

Aimee's jaw dropped, her mind short-circuiting, while Olivia's eyes widened in sheer disbelief.

Mr. Ferguson looked as though he might pass out.

'Has he lost his mind?'

Clutching Lauren close, Westley's face was a portrait of exaggerated emotion as he exclaimed, "Mom, I've missed you terribly."

He rambled on with fervor, "It's been what, almost two and a half years since we last saw each other? I've thought of you every single day, longing for another meeting. And today, at last, my dream has come true."

His outpouring of sentiment, the earnestness in his voice, the excitement on his face—if one didn't know better, they might believe they were witnessing a long-lost mother and son reunion.

"Westley, release my mother," Olivia commanded, the first to snap out of the shock.

Aimee sprang into action, working to loosen his grip.

Even Mr. Ferguson pitched in, pulling with all his might to detach Westley from her.

It took considerable effort, but the three of them finally managed to pry them apart.

"Have you lost your senses?"

Lauren's complexion was ashen as she frantically wiped at her skin with a wet wipe, erasing any trace of Westley's touch.

Her face was etched with undisguised disgust.

"What are you up to, Westley?" Aimee demanded, her gaze piercing.

"It's been years since I've seen our mother. I couldn't control my emotions," Westley claimed, frantically dabbing at tears that weren't there.

"She's my mother, not yours. Show some respect," Olivia stated with an icy edge.

"Fine, should I call her my mother-in-law then?" Westley replied, his face a picture of wounded innocence.

Olivia was seething. His audacity knew no bounds.

'Is there no limit to his shamelessness?' she wondered, incensed.

Lauren, a woman seasoned by life's tempests, quickly regained her composure.

With her elegance restored, she took a measured sip of her tea, eyes narrowing slightly, "Now that you're here, we might as well resolve this issue."

"Mother-in-law, I'm not sure what issue you're referring to?" Westley asked with a feigned smile of purity.

"You're still feigning ignorance?"

Lauren placed a stack of photos before him.

Westley picked them up, inhaling sharply.

Each photo depicted him in bed, clearly taken from a hidden vantage point, capturing every detail of his tryst.

"I must say, I didn't expect you to be so thoroughly prepared," Westley remarked, a wry smile playing on his lips.

"Have you run out of excuses?" Lauren asked, her voice dripping with scorn as she folded her arms.

"There's nothing left for me to say," he replied, his tone even.

"So you're admitting to it?"

Lauren's gaze bore into him.

"If you're intent on framing me, what else can I say?" Westley shot the sisters a loaded look, adding with a hint of contempt, "The only thing you got wrong is that I don't look handsome enough in these photos!"

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