The Wrong Woman

"Mom," Imogen said with a hint of frustration, "You shouldn't jump to conclusions about people."

Carol's anger flared at Imogen's words. She retorted sharply, "I've lived longer than you! What could you possibly know?"

Feeling resigned, Imogen replied, "Mom, we've reached this point. Whether you accept it or not, we have to move forward."

Carol laughed in exasperation, her fists clenched. "How can we not accept it? You've married into a prestigious and wealthy family. We should be ecstatic.

"But, Imogen, have you seen those female celebrities? They have fame, fortune, and prestigious careers. Yet even after marrying into wealthy families, they still face constant scrutiny!

"Some end up doing menial tasks for their mothers-in-law. Do you really think these affluent households can't hire someone for such duties?

"It all comes down to social status. If you don't come from a similar background, you'll always feel inferior in your husband's family!"

Jasper remained silent as he observed Gregory and Carol's pessimistic attitudes. He understood that changing their perspective wouldn't happen overnight.

Nevertheless, Jasper empathized with their concerns after all, their social circles were vastly different.

and Carol had earned their living by consistently

herself at an impasse with Gregory and Carol. She stood up resolutely and declared, "This is where things stand. I've spoken

retreated to her room and closed the

exchanged awkward smiles, appearing slightly flustered as they

won't dwell too much on the negatives or be overly pessimistic. I'm confident that Imogen will be happy." Carol managed

she were more superficial, she might have been thrilled that Imogen had married into

all she could feel was apprehension and fear. She couldn't help but worry that Imogen's humble

to meet both of you. They're planning a

eyes widening in surprise. "General Morrison wants to

parents simply want to meet the two of you. It's not a formal meeting with the general or anything

Carol nervously swallowed. She reached out with her weathered rough hands toward Gregory, gently touching his aged cheek "Look at me. How can I possibly meet General Morrison and Mrs.

their unease, Jasper couldn't

really

you have any

to decline Jasper's invitation. Despite

"When?" asked Gregory.