Spoiled by Eight Uncles

Old Mrs. Karen Shaw was very impressed with the Millers. She chuckled heartily as she invited them to take a seat in her living room. “Come and sit her, Cheryl.” Cheryl obeyed Karen’s instructions, perching herself on the sofa demurely with her legs crossed and hands placed daintily on her lap.

Karen had already shortlisted Cheryl as a potential candidate for her grandson’s future wife mentally. Of course, Cheryl’s parents were overjoyed to see Old Mrs. Shaw happy with their daughter.“Is Young Master Shaw better yet? He was covered in blood when we saw him yesterday. My husband and I were terribly worried, so we decided to come and pay a visit,” Cheryl’s mother, Nancy Miller, explained.

“Yes, yes, all is well thanks to Master Sullivan. He saved Ivan’s life!” Karen informed the Millers.

“Are you referring to THE Master Robert Sullivan?” Nancy Miller was shocked that the Shaws had employed the help of such a renowned shaman.

Karen felt a budding topic of conversation with Nancy. “Yes, yes, the one and only Robert Sullivan! To tell you the truth, Ivan was on the brink of death, but Master Sullivan brought him back from the dead!”

Cheryl’s mother could not mask her shock. “Oh my, for real?”

“Yes, a hundred percent!” Karen confirmed. The two ladies began chatting and exchanging stories about Master Sullivan. Karen was delighted to have found a friend in Nancy, and in return Nancy was hoping to hear more about the elusive shaman.

Toward the end of their conversation, Nancy found an opportunity to slip in a question she had been waiting to ask all this time. “Karen, do you think we could pay Ivan a visit? Cheryl has been worried about him since yesterday. She wanted to see for herself that Ivan is alright. I couldn’t possibly say no to her…”

“Of course you can!” Karen nodded agreeably. She was the matriarch of the Shaw family after all. Who could say no to her? Karen could not stop complimenting Cheryl even as she led the Millers toward the staircase. “What a sweet child with such a kind heart!”

Thomas and Nancy Miller could tell that Cheryl had made a good impression, and they were beyond delighted. Everything was going exactly according to plan, and the Millers would be destined for greatness if they won Karen Shaw’s favor.

Nancy Miller walked beside Karen Shaw, smiling as she gently helped the old lady up the stairs. Halfway up the stairs, they bumped into two maids carrying some suitcases down the stairs. “What are you two doing?” Karen asked, thinking the suitcases looked familiar.

The maids looked at the butler shiftily, not knowing how to answer Old Mrs. Shaw. “Madam, Mr. Colton asked us to send you back to your hometown,” the butler informed Karen sheepishly.

disbelief. She was Colton’s mother and his only remaining parent. How

face me right now!” she yelled out loud. “How dare

room upstairs. “I was the one who ordered them to send you away!” he

as she pointed an accusing finger at her son. “Is… is this how

here,” Colton voice was frosty. “I think it’s better for you to spend your days back in your hometown. You don’t have to

out of her own home? She was just mentally picking out Ivan’s future wife just minutes ago, and now her son was banishing

not the matriarch who called the shots in the Shaw family. Had they

brief exchange did not go unnoticed by Karen. It felt like someone had slapped her on each cheek and only served to

I raised you

ignoring his mother’s dramatics. The butler quickly ordered a few more men to forcefully carry Karen away from the stairs toward a car parked at the porch. Karen did not go down without a fight, but the strong

you… you’ll be the death of me!” she cursed. “Oh dear,

Colton felt any emotion whatsoever, it did not register on his face as the butler instructed the driver to leave the Shaw residence. Karen’s last resort was to swing her handbag out of the window,

absolutely devastated and crushed by sadness at the same time. She could not believe her own biological son would do

there’s a better way of resolving this. Isn’t Mrs. Shaw your mother after all…?” she tried to

think my family matters

face was pale, whereas Nancy was red from embarrassment. Cheryl looked up at Colton Shaw with wide, innocent eyes. “Mr. Shaw, I’m just worried…” she began, but before she could finish her sentence, Colton Shaw had already turned

treated like a nobody, Cheryl’s eyes welled with tears as she bit her lip hard. The Millers had no choice

to console her daughter, she spotted something lying on the floor of the porch. She picked it up, only to

devious glint in Nancy’s eyes as she quickly kept the invitation in her handbag. Since Old Mrs. Shaw was clearly not going to be attending the ceremony, they could use her invitation and say they were her

her tiny family and

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tune. “Left hand at the moon, right hand through the thread… ayy ayy ayy… you and me, ayy ayy

the loud screeching noise. She