Spoiled by Eight Uncles (Lily) novel Chapter 52

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.

“Wh… what did you say?!” Karen’s lips trembled in disbelief. She was Colton’s mother and his only remaining parent. How could he do this to her?

“Who told him to do this? Was it Melody Winston? Get her to come out and face me right now!” she yelled out loud. “How dare she order me around as if she’s Colton?”

At this very moment, Colton Shaw appeared from Ivan’s room upstairs. “I was the one who ordered them to send you away!” he boomed.

Karen’s jaw dropped in shock as she pointed an accusing finger at her son. “Is… is this how you treat your own mother?”

“You’ll only cause more trouble if you stay 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 bother yourself with our family matters.”

Karen was infuriated. Was her son really kicking her out of her own home? She was just mentally picking out Ivan’s future wife just minutes ago, and now her son was banishing her in front of Cheryl’s parents?

Thomas and Nancy Miller exchanged a look. It seemed like they had been mistaken. Karen Shaw was not the matriarch who called the shots in the Shaw family. Had they just wasted their time and effort coming all the way here?

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

“Colton, you ungrateful son! I raised you all these years…” Karen cried.

Colton shot a look at the butler, 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 men managed to subdue her and forced her into the back seat of the car. Karen’s maid brought out her favorite Louis Vuitton handbag and passed it to her, but she began to throw a fit and chuck the things out of her handbag.

“Colton, you… you’ll be the death of me!” she cursed. “Oh dear, my poor heart. Oh dear, I’m going to die soon…”