CHAPTER 66: CHAPTER 66: YOUR HUSBAND HAS YOUR BACK

Judy Bishop had just finished paying the bill over there and walked out when she saw her son getting beaten.

She hurried over and raised her hand to strike back, "Clara Sterling, you actually dare hit my son!"

But Isaac Sutton stopped Judy Bishop, "Mom, don’t touch her!"

Judy Bishop turned her head, incredulous: "Isaac, she’s hit you and you’re still protecting her?"

Clara Sterling felt satisfied after hitting him and said coldly to Judy Bishop, "Keep your son in check."

Judy Bishop angrily cursed, "Clara Sterling, who do you think you are? You’re nothing but a kept woman!"

"Smack—" Clara Sterling unceremoniously slapped Judy Bishop.

After Clara Sterling slapped her, Judy Bishop was stunned.

She froze on the spot, temporarily unable to react.

Clara Sterling wiped her hands and said coldly, "No wonder Isaac Sutton is so shameless; it’s because he has a shameless mom."

Isaac was the first to react, shouting angrily, "Clara Sterling, you can hit me, but you can’t hit my mom!"

Clara Sterling sneered, "I hit her; she deserved it for her filthy mouth."

"You—" In a fit of impulse, Isaac Sutton raised his hand to hit back.

But looking at that face he longed for day and night, he just couldn’t bring himself to do it.

Judy Bishop, upon recovering, went berserk, her eyes wide with rage and her expression twisted, "You bitch, you dare hit me! I’ll fight you!"

Isaac Sutton firmly restrained Judy Bishop, "Mom, calm down! This is a public place, don’t act impulsively!"

As he spoke, he didn’t forget to signal Clara Sterling to leave quickly.

Clara Sterling curled her lips coldly and turned to leave.

Judy Bishop watched Clara Sterling leave and was furious.

"Isaac Sutton, whose side are you on? Why are you helping outsiders?"

Isaac Sutton held Judy Bishop tightly, preventing her from breaking free, "Mom, calm down! If we really fight, we’ll all end up in jail!"

Judy Bishop glared at Isaac Sutton, frustrated, "So you’re just going to watch your mom get hit?"

"Mom, you were the first to insult her, and it was really nasty..."

Judy Bishop was so angry, she nearly spat out blood. Her chest heaved, and she trembled all over, "You! Unfilial son! Unfilial son!"

Though Judy Bishop was a rich lady, she wasn’t like those wealthy ladies with good backgrounds and excellent manners.

Judy Bishop’s natal family was quite ordinary.

Back in middle school, she was a delinquent, mingling with a bunch of troublemakers and occasionally bullying introverted and quiet female classmates.

At her core, Judy Bishop was a shrew.

She was uneducated in middle school and didn’t even pass high school entrance exams; after finishing vocational school, she went out to work.

The place she worked was Graham Sutton’s father’s factory, and because she was pretty and young, Graham Sutton took a liking to her.

Initially, Graham Sutton was only playing around with her; after all, Judy Bishop’s family background wasn’t good, and she lacked education—truly marrying her wouldn’t be acceptable to the Sutton Family.

But Judy Bishop gave birth to a son, and by virtue of being a mother, she successfully married into the Sutton Family.

Judy Bishop didn’t fare well in the Sutton Family; her in-laws disliked her and only liked her son.

When Madam Sutton was still alive, she gave Judy Bishop a hard time.

Judy Bishop endured for many years and finally outlasted Madam Sutton.

After her son started dating, Judy Bishop turned into a vicious mother-in-law, first looking down on Clara Sterling, actively seeking trouble and humiliating her.

Later, when the Hughes Family went bankrupt, Benjamin Hughes went to jail, and Quinn Hughes moved into the Sutton Family, Judy Bishop constantly found Quinn Hughes aggravating and made things difficult for her.

Over the years, the Sutton Family’s business grew, and Graham Sutton transformed from a second-generation factory heir into a first-generation entrepreneur, achieving a class leap.

But despite being a rich lady for many years, Judy Bishop’s manners didn’t change at all, and her delinquent nature never faded.

Isaac Sutton knew Judy Bishop well enough to stop her from hitting people.

Truthfully, it was indeed Judy Bishop who provoked verbally first.

Isaac Sutton was furious that Clara Sterling hit Judy Bishop, but he couldn’t bear to let Clara get hit.

In his heart, both women were very important.

Returning to the Sutton Family, Judy Bishop’s face was blackened, and the slap marks had yet to fade.

Quinn Hughes saw the slap marks, was shocked, and instinctively asked, "Mom, what happened to your face?"

"Get lost!" Judy Bishop was still angry, naturally not in a good mood towards Quinn Hughes.

Judy Bishop went straight upstairs.

Graham Sutton was sitting on the couch in the living room. Seeing Judy Bishop like that, he frowned in displeasure and turned to ask Isaac Sutton, "What happened to your mom?"

Isaac Sutton didn’t want to say that his mom was hit by Clara Sterling, so he dodged Graham Sutton’s question.

"She ran into a long-time rival while shopping and got into an argument. She’s mad about getting slapped."

Graham Sutton’s eyes showed a hint of disdain as he said coldly, "She’s so old, and yet she acts just like when she was young."

Isaac Sutton said nothing.

Quinn Hughes heard Isaac Sutton say Judy Bishop was slapped, felt delighted.

Good riddance! The old hag finally met her match!

Isaac Sutton turned to go upstairs to his room, but Graham Sutton called him.

"Isaac, come over; I need to talk to you."

Isaac walked over to sit beside Graham Sutton.

Graham Sutton: "You’ve been with the company for a week now, and you’ve gained some understanding of our operations."

Isaac Sutton: "Yes."

"From now on, you’ll be taking over the business. Starting today, I want to bring you out for social events so you can gain more insight into the business world."

"Okay."

"Recently, Sheffield seems to be deliberately opposing our company for reasons unknown. I heard President Sheffield, Silas Sheffield, will be at North Veridian Royal Golf tomorrow. Come with me to talk to him."

Isaac Sutton nodded, "Okay."

Graham Sutton: "That’s it. Get some rest early, we’re going to the golf course tomorrow morning."

"Alright."

Returning to his room.

Isaac Sutton lay on the bed exhausted, his mind filled with thoughts of Clara Sterling.

His Clara, the woman he loved most.

In two years of dating, he was reluctant to touch her, yet now she was being sullied by other men.

And by two!

A homely yet poor husband and an old and ugly sugar daddy.

Isaac Sutton’s heart ached.

It felt like a thousand needles were piercing him.

"Clara..." Isaac Sutton murmured.

Warm tears rolled from his eyes.

"Why would you rather submit to an old and ugly old man and not come back to me? Do you really despise me that much?"

...

Clara Sterling returned home, feeling upset.

Provoked by Isaac Sutton and Judy Bishop.

Although she slapped both of them, it wasn’t enough to vent her anger.

Isaac Sutton publicly called her a "kept woman," and Judy Bishop went even further, cursing her as a "whore."

Giving her a slap was quite lenient.

Silas Sheffield saw Clara Sterling return, her face not looking well, he beckoned and spoke gently, "Clara, come here."

Clara walked over, placing her bags on the couch.

"You bought clothes just now?" Silas Sheffield asked.

"Yes." Clara Sterling kept a stern face.

"Why the unhappy face?"

Clara replied, "I ran into some very annoying people just now; had a bit of an unpleasant encounter."

Silas Sheffield: "Colleagues?"

Clara shook her head, "No."

Silas Sheffield confidently said, "Then they must be from the Sutton Family."

"Yes."

His eyes darkened slightly, "Were you bullied?"

"No, they cursed me, so I slapped them." Clara pursed her lips, "Will it cause you trouble?"

Glad she wasn’t bullied.

Silas Sheffield felt relieved.

He chuckled, "You actually hit people?"

"They were the ones who provoked me first."

Silas Sheffield felt reassured, "Clara, you did well. You need to learn to fight back and not worry about consequences; I’ll be your support."

"Okay."

Silas Sheffield pulled her into his arms, "Tomorrow is Sunday, your day off. How about I take you to play golf?"

"But I can’t play."

"I’ll teach you."

"Okay."