The Grants: Choosing One Between The Two-Chapter 205: Ethan Grant Wants May Larson to Prove the Mother-Daughter Relationship
Yvette’s eyes turned a bit red, and she didn’t say a word.
Ethan stepped forward, pulling Yvette into his arms, frowning as he looked at Caden.
Caden opened his mouth but didn’t say anything.
"Oh, whose car is this? It must be expensive, right?" May Larson came out with her third aunt, who asked in a sharp voice.
"Who is this? Didn’t you say your daughter had no partner?" The third aunt was surprised when she saw Ethan holding Yvette.
Yvette anxiously tried to escape, but Ethan held her tightly in his arms.
"Oh dear, hugging and holding without being married, it’s too improper. May, you need to talk to your daughter; how does she plan to get married like this?" The third aunt said sternly.
"Could she be someone’s mistress? The man looks rich, and the car must cost millions, right?" Other relatives chimed in.
"Yvette had an out-of-wedlock child; is the child fathered by some wealthy old man?"
Caden, somewhat angry, turned to look at the relative. "Over three million."
"Huh?" The relative couldn’t react for a moment.
"This is Mr. Grant’s cheapest car, over three million," Caden spoke again.
The relative looked shocked, as if they never imagined a car could be bought for the price of a house.
"Isn’t that ridiculous? Why not buy a house with three million?" The relative said disdainfully, trying to save face.
"I own too many properties to report them all to you elders, but as far as I know, even the cheapest is in the tens of millions. I don’t quite understand what kind of house you’re talking about for three million." Ethan spoke in a low voice.
Though Ethan was usually a very low-key person, these people were clearly unfriendly to Yvette, and he saw no need to indulge them.
"Tens of millions?" The third aunt was so shocked she almost bit her tongue. "May, should I still arrange tomorrow’s matchmaking?"
May had remained silent, although she didn’t know Ethan; she could probably guess.
After all, Arthur Grant had already contacted her.
"Arrange it, definitely arrange it. Our Yvette needs to get married soon." May said in a somber tone, reassuring the third aunt. "You make the arrangements, and I’ll have Yvette go to the matchmaking tomorrow."
"I’m not going!" Yvette didn’t know where she found the courage; perhaps because Ethan was there, she was no longer afraid.
"I said I want to work, and you have no right to decide my marriage and my future. You’ve already ruined me, and I will not acknowledge you as my mother, nor will I see you again. After all, when I was a child, you gave me away, just pretend I don’t exist." Yvette spoke her mind in one breath, feeling flustered, but she had decided to make her feelings clear.
"Hmm, no need to meet again." Caden nodded in agreement. "Mom, you didn’t raise Yvette for a single day; even if she doesn’t support you, you can’t complain. I will be responsible for your old age care. If you can’t get used to living in the city, you can go back to the countryside, take it easy."
May’s face turned black, and she pointed at Caden and started yelling. "I did it all for you!"
Caden frowned, his expression unpleasant.
All for him, she said...
Ha, what a heavy burden.
"Yvette, I am your mother!" May stepped forward, trying to grab Yvette.
Ethan blocked her, his face dark.
"Yvette, you’re being disrespectful. How can you talk to your mother like that? Just because your mother was in prison, you’re looking down on her? Don’t forget, she did it all for you; she not only gave birth to you but saved you again."
"Exactly. If she hadn’t sent you to the Aston Family, could you have had such a good life? You should be grateful."
Relatives chimed in one after another.
"And anyway, this man is wealthy, but he’s just playing around. Do you think he’ll be good to you, or to that extra baggage of yours?" The third aunt said with a face implying it’s for Yvette’s own good.
"Your mother is thinking of you; what kind of man would actually want you with a child out of wedlock?" The third aunt purposefully brought up the fact that Yvette had a child without being married.
Thinking Ethan would surely resent her.
"Mommy! Daddy brought me to pick you up. Daddy bought a lot of pastries, they are delicious." In the back seat, Summer, who Ethan had ordered not to get out of the car, rolled down the window and yelled loudly.
"Daddy, let’s go eat skewers!" Summer happily shouted at Ethan and smiled.
Ethan ruffled Summer’s hair, smiling helplessly.
This little one is quite something.
But... as soon as skewers were mentioned, Ethan felt a chill run through him.
Last time he had forced himself to eat a couple of bites, and he still felt uncomfortable in his stomach now.
Yvette, with reddened eyes, glanced at Summer and then looked at Ethan. "Our business is none of your concern. Just pretend The Summers Family never brought me back."
"I never thought you’d be such an ungrateful wretch. If it weren’t for me, you’d have died back then. Who did you think I went to jail for for those five years?" May began to throw a tantrum, sitting on the ground wailing.
Tears welled up in Yvette’s eyes, her heart aching terribly.
Sometimes she wondered if a person without a conscience would no longer be shackled by damned morals and conscience.
"I am your mother! Whether you acknowledge me or not, you have to; your body and hair all come from your parents! I gave you life; I risked breaking the law for you; it was all to let you survive." May cried and slapped the ground.
"The mother-daughter relationship you’re talking about, we don’t acknowledge." Ethan opened the car door, signaling Yvette to get in.
Yvette looked at Ethan nervously.
Ethan signaled her reassuringly.
After the car door closed, Ethan looked at May, who was still throwing a tantrum on the ground. "Excuse me, when the fake and real daughter’s case came out, The Aston Family only did a DNA test with Charlotte Summers. Did you ever do one with Yvette?"
May froze for a moment, a flash of panic in her eyes.
"Without a paternity test, what proves your relationship with Yvette? Just words? Your mouth? You haven’t raised her for a single day, and you say you are her mother, we are supposed to believe it? At least show proof of your biological relationship with Yvette."
May was suddenly quiet, looking at Ethan. "What nonsense are you talking about? Yvette is my daughter. Because she had a heart condition, I personally... swapped her with Charlotte at the Aston Family’s place!"
May was speaking the truth, but seven parts truth and three parts lie.
Probably even she had fooled herself.
"Evidence?" Ethan asked in a low voice.
He didn’t actually suspect Yvette wasn’t Caden’s sister; he was just using this to buy time.
Since Arthur had reached out to May, surely it was to have her restrain Yvette, to give him a warning and a lesson.
He only needed to stall May as long as possible until the under-the-radar battle with Arthur was over, and then make further plans.
May was bewildered by Ethan’s question. "What evidence, she is my daughter, what evidence do you need!"
May was angry and humiliated.
"A DNA test." Ethan reached out to May.
May’s face darkened alarmingly, as though she was yelling in panic. "What DNA test, I don’t have one! She is my daughter, period."
Ethan frowned. Over the years, he had encountered all kinds of people in the business world and considered himself a good judge of character.
Given May’s arrogant and shamelessly unreasonable character, since Yvette was her daughter, she could have loudly declared to get a DNA test.
But she was guilty instead?
