All Chapters of Easy, Mr. Bigshot: Chapter 351 - Chapter 360

Most men simply hoped their wives would endure and let things slide. However, Jethro was a remarkable exception."Wouldn't you be upset if I frequently stood up to your mother?" I remained uneasy despite his advice not to mistreat myself. If I confronted his mother too often, he might start defending her instead."Why would I be? You’re my wife, and I don't want you to be mistreated. As for my mother, she's the only woman in the family and usually doesn't have anyone to challenge her petty quips. She can be quite pushy, so maybe you could be the one to cure this nosy nature of hers."As Jethro spoke, I gazed into his eyes, surprised. To openly describe her as pushy and suggest that I could “cure” her, I began to wonder if he was Doris’ biological son. I was certain he was the only person who would ever encourage his wife to stand up to his mother.But since Jethro said so, I no longer needed to worry. If his mother unfairly targeted me in the future, I might not confront her direct

After my lengthy outburst, Doris glared at me in silent fury."Are you refusing to listen to me, Serena? You will do well to remember that I am your mother-in-law! How in the world did the Willows ever accept a woman like you?!" Doris pointed an accusatory finger at me, unleashing her frustration with harsh words."It's not that I won't heed your words, Mother, but you're making unreasonable demands. This child belongs to Jethro and me. What gives you the right to insist on a gender test? I understand your desire for a boy, but what if it's a girl? Would you make me terminate the pregnancy then?"I dreaded the intricacies of high-society family politics, fearing that if the child in my womb turned out to be a girl, she might not be able to safely enter this world."If it's a boy, he will naturally inherit the Willows’ fortune. Serena, if you wish to remain part of this family, that baby has to be a boy. If they turn out to be a girl, it’s best if you leave the Willow family immedia

Each time Doris mentioned “grandson,” a wave of unease washed over me. Her conviction that my unborn child was a boy gnawed at me. What if the baby turned out to be a girl? Would she be disappointed?Jethro intervened, "Let's table this discussion for later. There's still plenty of time before the baby arrives," he said, giving Doris a pointed look before swiftly changing the subject.Feeling the need to speak up, I said, "Mother, the baby I’m carrying may not be a boy. It could just as well be a girl.""That's impossible. I'm positive it's a boy, and he will be the heir of the Willow family," she replied immediately, her eyes sparkling with certainty.Hearing her certainty made me uneasy. Looking at her smiling face, my heart sank, but I maintained my composure."But how are you so sure?" I pressed gently, staring back into Doris' confident eyes.She appeared utterly convinced as if she had already concluded that the child in my belly was a boy. But I hadn't undergone any gender

Seeing Summer at ease, I took a seat beside her, linking arms with her playfully. "You and Ignatz sure are moving quickly. I had no idea things had gotten so serious between you two!"I remembered from my last conversation with Summer about Ignatz that she was still hesitant about it. In just under two months, their relationship had blossomed into intimacy."You know full well how busy you are. Must I detail every aspect of my life to you?" Summer retorted, unbothered by my mock complaint."As your best friend, I think I should’ve been the first to know about your new boyfriend," I said, feigning a pout, mildly annoyed she hadn't confided in me about their relationship."I wanted to tell you, but I was worried it might upset you," Summer admitted, looking conflicted."What are you talking about? You've found happiness. Why would I be upset about that? Besides, didn't I explain it very clearly to you last time? I had no romantic feelings for Ignatz. Looking back, it seems almost co

In the quiet of Summer's house, the absence of any calls or texts from Jethro felt profound. It was like he had disappeared from the world, and I hadn’t seen him around Summer's neighborhood since he left. I couldn't help but wonder if he had moved on and forgotten about me.The weekend came, and Summer stayed home with me. We lounged on the couch, watching a comedy playing on the TV, but laughter eluded me. My initial anger had faded into melancholic sadness. Maybe I wasn’t as important to Jethro as I had thought.Summer sensed my gloom. After munching on a chip, she sighed and said, "Come on, no more frowning. How about a smile?"I met her gaze, acknowledging her effort to cheer me up. But with Jethro dominating my thoughts, smiling seemed like a distant possibility. I wanted to know what he was thinking."Jethro hasn’t come to see me, and it’s been a few days now. No calls, no texts, nothing. Do you think he has forgotten about me? Did I misjudge my place in his life?" I confide