CHAPTER 477: CHAPTER 477 ANNOYING MOTHER-IN-LAW (4)_1

"Matthew Ruiz, how dare you yell my full name at me? What charm does that damned Country Bumpkin possess to marry my Hansen? My Hansen is a paragon among men, truly exceptional. If he had married a wife as beautiful as a celestial fairy—poised, refined, and of noble birth—I would naturally be overjoyed. I would wholeheartedly welcome the new daughter-in-law into the family. But he chose to marry an ugly woman who is good for nothing! Isn’t that a direct slap in my face? How can I face anyone? As soon as I step out, people will ask me, ’Wasn’t your Hansen very selective? How could he fancy such an ordinary woman?’"

Mrs. Ruiz was also enraged. Accustomed to being spoiled and indulged by her husband, her temper flared at her spouse’s low growl. Her rage burned even fiercer than Matthew Ruiz’s.

"Are you the one getting married, or is Hansen? Hansen is already thirty-five, soon to turn thirty-six. Do you think he’s still a three-year-old child? He knows what he’s doing and what he loves. If he has no objections, what are you worrying about unnecessarily?"

Matthew Ruiz felt like his lungs were about to explode with anger at his wife’s words. In her heart, her own pride mattered more; her son’s happiness was unimportant. It was all his fault, he thought. He had spoiled this wife of his.

The two of them argued shamelessly in front of Hansen Ruiz’s villa. This was the culmination of decades of Matthew Ruiz’s resentment. Even though he still had feelings for his wife, the constant sense of being constrained and the daily accumulation of grievances had surpassed his threshold of tolerance.

"A little sparrow aspiring to perch on a high branch and transform into a phoenix—I will never agree! She will never enjoy the life of a true lady of an esteemed family!" Mrs. Ruiz declared.

This was the first time Mrs. Ruiz had faced such criticism from her husband. His words pierced her heart, as if accusing her of being an unreasonable, domineering, despotic, and cold-hearted wife all these years. In her rage, she spoke without reserve, the resentment towards the new daughter-in-law, Rachel Bailey, festering in her heart.

"If you were so capable, why didn’t you stop your daughter-in-law from going to the Church yesterday? And you even watched Hansen get married?" Matthew Ruiz retorted, also infuriated to the core. His wife really was...

This statement was undoubtedly a slap in Mrs. Ruiz’s face. She had truly wanted to stop it, but she hadn’t dared. Detestable! How detestable!

"Everything is already set in stone, so what madness are you still displaying? What else do you intend to stir up? Don’t you know your own son’s temperament? If you truly anger him, he’ll have you dressed in tattered clothes, holding a broken bowl, with unkempt hair and a dirty face, begging on the streets! If you really want to try such a life, go ahead, but don’t drag the Ruiz Family down with you!" Matthew Ruiz’s face turned bright red. Feeling exhausted from standing, he returned to his car. After getting inside, he lowered the window and continued the first major argument he’d had with his wife in over thirty years of marriage.

Mrs. Ruiz visibly shuddered. The thought of possibly becoming a beggar greatly diminished her rage. Several times, she wanted to speak but didn’t know what else could be said. Their son was someone who didn’t like to be controlled. Other than Glades Horne, who could truly make him submit, if anyone else offended him, he was capable of anything when angered.

"But... Rachel Bailey, she’s not worthy!"

"What about my Rachel isn’t worthy?"

Hansen Ruiz’s gentle voice suddenly echoed, startling Mrs. Ruiz enormously. To her, his gentle voice was like a thunderbolt on a clear day, frightening the soul out of her!

The villa gate had opened at some point. Hansen Ruiz, dressed casually in loungewear, stood leisurely with his arms crossed, leaning against the doorframe. His handsome face held a look of deep contentment, a certain glow suggesting a very satisfying experience, and his deep eyes appeared warm, though that warmth didn’t reach their depths.

Upon seeing his son, Matthew Ruiz quickly climbed out of the car. He rushed to smooth things over for his wife, covertly tugging her stunned sleeve. "Hansen, your mother wanted to see you and Rachel," he said. "She mentioned that it’s your first day of marriage, and we, as parents, haven’t given Rachel her red packet yet. We wanted to make up for it but were afraid of disturbing you two."

"Oh, is that so? Dad, Mom, you’re too thoughtful." Hansen Ruiz uncrossed his arms and approached his parents. He then spread his hands before them, smiling. "Rachel is still sleeping. Mom, Dad, just give the red packet for the new daughter-in-law to me. That’ll do. Hand it over. But remember, I don’t accept inexpensive gifts. And if the red packet doesn’t contain at least a million, I won’t accept that either."