My mother looked at her daughter-in-law in disbelief, tears welling in her eyes. Before she could say anything, the guests attending the one-month banquet began pointing at us, mother and son, hurling insults, ridicule and even curses.
"Tsk! Look at this loser trying to aim for the stars. Why don't you check yourself and your pathetic reputation before you have the nerve to barge in here and start trouble?"
"He probably wanted to be a boy toy, thinking that if he hooked up with Mrs. Stanfield, he could lie flat for the rest of his life."
"The most shameless one is his mother. Tck! Her son is ignorant and instead of stopping him, she joins in saying Mrs. Stanfield is her daughter-in-law."
Hearing this, my mother roared, "My son isn't a boy toy! They're a legally married couple! Yvonne, today I demand an explanation from you and my son … "
Yvonne turned around, glaring at my mother. "An explanation? I only let your son work at my company because I felt sorry for him since he came from the countryside. I didn't expect you bunch of country bumpkins to be so blind to your place, thinking I'm interested in your son and trying to cling to me."
As soon as these words were spoken, the entire room gasped. Someone, sympathizing with Yvonne, kicked my mother to the ground. I was already heartbroken by what I saw, but I never imagined my mother would be dragged into this and suffer.
I quickly went over and blocked the second foot that was about to kick my mother, staring angrily as I flung the person away.
My mother lay on the ground, overwhelmed with grief. "Mark, I'm sorry. This is all my fault. I was the one who introduced you to her and brought you together. I never thought Yvonne would be this kind of woman. I'm so sorry. It was your mother who ruined your entire life."
I was ready to walk over and help my mother up, to tell her I never blamed her—that fate plays cruel tricks and when someone wants to be unfaithful, there's simply no stopping them.
But before I could reach her, someone kicked me from behind, sending me sprawling to the side. They surrounded me, blocking my path completely.
Meanwhile, my mother's face grew increasingly pale. She clutched her chest, her brow furrowed in a look of immense agony.