On the day of my son’s welcome-home dinner, he brought back a girl. She opened her mouth and called me: “Mom!” I had to laugh—I don’t recall ever having a daughter this grown! My son, Michael Thompson, had been abroad for two years, and upon returning, he gave me quite the surprise. “Hi, Mom, I’m Tiffany Greene, Michael’s girlfriend.” Well now, where did this daughter suddenly come from? Michael and Tiffany were holding hands, eagerly waiting for my response. What could I say? Setting aside Tiffany’s manners for a moment, that “Mom” carried a bit of calculation. “Oh, son, I’ve missed you so much!” Tiffany looked a bit embarrassed, tugging at Michael’s sleeve awkwardly. “Mom, Tiffany was greeting you. You could at least acknowledge her.” I gave him an innocent look. “Oh dear, I must have missed that. Tiffany, was it? You’re quite the beauty, no wonder you managed to get my blockhead of a son to open up!” “Mom!” I smiled. “What? Haven’t you embarrassed yourself enough when you were younger? Besides, Tiffany’s your girlfriend, what’s there to hide? Stop being so stingy.” Tiffany quickly stepped in, trying hard to appease me. “Mom’s right, we’re family now. Michael, don’t talk to your mom like that.” Michael, the obedient boy that he is, immediately apologized. “I’m sorry, Mom.” It would’ve been better if he didn’t. They aren’t even married yet, and he’s already letting his girlfriend boss him around. It broke my heart. Tiffany affectionately grabbed my wrist, but her eyes couldn’t help but flicker toward the emerald necklace around my neck. “Mom, your necklace is gorgeous! It must’ve been expensive. My mother never dares to buy anything this fancy. You must be really lucky.” I had no idea what Michael saw in Tiffany. After raising him for twenty years, he’d become a naive romantic. I can afford jewelry if I want. And here she was, barely in the door, already lecturing me on how to spend my money. Of course, Michael, being the romantic that he is, jumped to her defense. “You’re right, Mom. Even though we’re well-off, we shouldn’t be wasting money like this.” I smirked and gave Tiffany a sharp look. For some reason, I sensed a hint of challenge in her eyes. “So, Miss Greene, what does your family do?” Tiffany responded, “My father is a department head at Skyline Corporation, and my mom runs her own flower shop.” I shot back, “And do you know what Michael’s father does?” Tiffany gazed admiringly at Michael. “Michael told me his dad is the Vice President of Skyline Corporation. I always thought Michael was just average, but after seeing you, I realize he’s been way too humble.” Ha! I can’t imagine what my husband would think of suddenly having such a “daughter.” I glanced at Michael. At least he hadn’t spilled all our family secrets yet. Since that was the case, I didn’t bother correcting her. “Michael, why don’t you show Miss Greene around?” “Oh, and Miss Greene, Michael’s father and I haven’t prepared the family blessing gift just yet, so for now, you can just call me Mrs. Thompson.” Tiffany pursed her lips. My darling son couldn’t stand to see his girlfriend feeling uncomfortable and threw me a wounded look. Well, great. That almost made me want to disown him right then and there. Today, the people who came were all among New York City’s elite. Tiffany clearly felt out of place, clinging to Michael like a shadow. “Michael, are you sure your family is just average? All these people are dressed to the nines. And your mom’s necklace—it must be worth millions.” “Oh, way more than that. None of my mom’s jewelry is worth less than a million.” Tiffany looked shocked, like she was starting to understand the situation. She asked hesitantly, “Did your mom not like me earlier? Is it because I’m not from a wealthy family? Maybe she thinks I’m beneath you.” As she spoke, tears streamed down her face. Michael, being the hopeless romantic he is, felt his heart break. “Don’t overthink it. My mom’s really open-minded.” Yes, but that’s only when the other person is straightforward and genuine.
Michael and Tiffany made their rounds and returned to my side. This time, Tiffany seemed to have learned her lesson. Her words were full of compliments about my looks and how smart Michael was. Unfortunately for her, I wasn’t buying it. “Miss Greene, have Michael take you home soon. I’ve prepared some health supplements for your parents. Where do you live?” “I’ll thank you on behalf of my parents. We live nearby, at Greenwood Apartments.” Ah, “Apartments”—just regular, modest housing. “Alright, I won’t keep you two. Michael, take good care of Miss Greene and make sure she gets home safely.” “Don’t worry, Mom.” Look at that big smile on my son’s face. It’s exhausting. Later that night, as soon as my husband, Mr. Thompson, walked in, I pulled him into the bedroom before he could even take off his shoes. “Honey, what’s going on?” I sat on the bed, furious, and threw a picture of Tiffany at him. “Look at this girl. Are you satisfied?” Mr. Thompson was so shocked, he immediately dropped the photo and fell to his knees. “Honey, I swear I didn’t cheat! I’ve never even seen this girl!” … Michael must’ve inherited his brains from his father. “What nonsense are you talking about? That’s the girl Michael brought home!” “Oh, oh! Well, she looks too clever—definitely not as cute as you, dear.” I kicked him playfully, and he caught my foot, grinning cheekily. “Enough with the jokes. I’m telling you, you need to stop Michael from marrying this girl. She hasn’t even moved in yet and she’s already turning him against me.” “This is serious! Michael must’ve lost his mind.” As we were talking, the door opened, and Michael walked in. “Dad, Mom.” Mr. Thompson didn’t say a word. He walked right up to Michael. “Break up with that girl right now. Your mom and I will never approve of you two being together.” Michael froze, turning to look at me. And the words he said broke my heart. “Tiffany was right. Mom, you just don’t like her. If you don’t approve of us, then we’ll leave. We won’t bother you anymore.” Smack! Mr. Thompson slapped Michael hard across the face. He was so angry, he couldn’t speak for a moment. Is this really the son we raised with such care? Now he wants to cut ties with us for a girl he barely knows? “Let him go, Mr. Thompson. From now on, we no longer have a son named Michael. He can marry whoever he wants.” Without a second thought, Michael grabbed his unopened suitcase and stormed out, throwing one last parting shot: “I’ll come back when Mom accepts Tiffany.” The door slammed shut behind him. Days went by without a word from Michael. His phone was turned off. Meanwhile, Tiffany somehow managed to get ahold of my phone number, calling me every day. I hung up on her every single time. We had protected Michael too well. He needed to see Tiffany’s true nature for himself. Today, Tiffany called again. Annoyed, I blocked her number. Then, out of nowhere, Michael showed up at home, with a tearful Tiffany trailing behind him. It looked like they had come to confront me. “Mom, how could you block Tiffany’s number? Even if you don’t like her, you can’t hurt her. Do you know how long she’s been job hunting?” What? I couldn’t make sense of it. “No, Michael, you’ve misunderstood. It wasn’t your mom. I made a mistake at work, and I don’t blame her at all.” What a perfect little actress. I didn’t even know what had happened, yet she was jumping in to clear my name. “Michael, I’m your mother. If you’ve got something to say, say it. But don’t you dare accuse me.” Michael sneered. “If you weren’t pulling strings with Skyline Corporation, how else would they have fired Tiffany so suddenly?” Slap! I couldn’t hold back any longer. If I didn’t set him straight, my son would be ruined—manipulated by a woman into throwing accusations like this at me. Tiffany fell to her knees, grabbing onto my hand. “Auntie, please don’t make things hard for Michael. It’s all my fault. I’ll break up with him right away.” I kicked her aside. This kind of act? I’ve seen it too many times. Trying to play the victim in front of me is like putting on a show for the devil himself. “Are you okay, Tiffany? No matter what happens, I’ll never leave you. Even if it means cutting ties with them, I’ll stand by your side.” I caught a flicker of impatience in Tiffany’s eyes. She was only bold enough to act this way because she knew Michael was our only son. If he were a regular guy, she’d disappear in an instant. “I’m fine. Don’t say things like that. No matter what, she’s still your mother.” “She doesn’t deserve the title.” With that, Michael scooped Tiffany up into his arms and marched out, barely sparing me a glance. The audacity! Furious, I immediately called the bank and had them freeze all of Michael’s credit cards.
Michael was as stubborn as a mule. He didn’t call me once. Not even after all his cards were frozen. I didn’t have the energy to worry about him either. There were so many social events to attend lately. “Honey, let’s get going. I heard Mr. Johnson’s daughter-in-law just had a big, healthy baby boy,” Mr. Thompson said as we were heading out. Then he sighed, “Both are sons, but how could ours be so different?” At the event, the moment I got out of the car, I noticed a familiar face. It looked exactly like Tiffany, my son’s clueless, love-struck girlfriend. I left Mr. Thompson behind and secretly followed her. Michael wouldn’t show his face here unless someone else was involved. Tiffany was holding hands with a young man, smiling brightly and charming everyone around her. “Hi everyone, I’m Chris Walker’s girlfriend, Tiffany. You can call me Tiff,” she introduced herself. “Oh wow, Miss Tiffany, you’re stunning! Chris really has good taste,” someone praised. Tiffany blushed shyly, but I was fuming. My son is an idiot, and now it’s up to me to expose this two-timer! I quickly hid behind the stage and discreetly pulled out my phone, recording every moment. After chatting with the group for a bit, Tiffany followed this Chris Walker upstairs to a hotel room. I didn’t need to guess what they were about to do. Mr. Thompson, meanwhile, had been frantically searching for me. “There you are! I thought I’d lost you. Come on, Mr. Johnson’s been asking for you. They’re waiting for you to join the baby’s first birthday grab.” Mrs. Johnson handed me the baby, a chubby little boy weighing ten pounds. “Goodness, this one’s quite hefty! If only I had a grandchild like this,” I said with a tinge of envy. The baby wasn’t just chubby—he had an iron grip, grabbing a toy hammer during the birthday tradition and refusing to let go. Mrs. Johnson tried to pry it from his hand but couldn’t. People began to congratulate the family. “Look at that! Strong grip. This kid’s going to be a boss one day. Knows how to hold onto wealth already!”
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