Chapter 47: I’ve Broken Up With Him

The elderly woman looked elegant and dignified, exuding an air of noble sophistication. This person was none other than Trevor’s mother, Scarlett Foster. The crowd exchanged glances. The voice was sharp, as if calling for a maid.

Summer thought for a moment and initially didn’t want to respond. But considering Scarlett’s temperament and wanting to avoid unnecessary trouble, she handed the report back to Quinn and told them, “That’s it for today. Organize the mall’s operation data and give it to me tomorrow.”

She walked over at an unhurried pace, her tone calm and casual, as if she didn’t take the other person seriously. “Is something wrong?”

Scarlett was immediately displeased by her first words. Summer hadn’t used an honorific. She was completely disrespectful.

“Oh my, isn’t this Summer?” a voice chimed in. “Scarlett, your daughter-in-law is so obedient. She knew you ordered custom shoes and came here early just to wait for you.”

The speaker was Bobby’s mother. Summer glanced over and saw Caleb’s mother was also present, along with the lady of the Yeager family. She recognized them; they were part of Scarlett’s usual social circle, the wealthy ladies of elite families. They often played poker or went shopping together. Scarlett used to call Summer over to serve them tea and refreshments. She enjoyed this form of servitude, using it to establish her authority as the future mother-in-law. On the surface, she framed it as, “Since you love my son, you should start adapting to the life and rules of the Larson family’s lady.” But in reality, Scarlett was inherently arrogant and condescending. She believed that since Summer had only reunited with the Stewart family after 20 years, she wasn’t worthy of someone as prestigious as Trevor.

In the past, for Trevor’s sake, Summer had constantly tried to please Scarlett, despite knowing she didn’t like her. For Scarlett’s 60th birthday, she demanded that Summer personally prepare 101 dishes for her banquet, saying something about how a daughter-in-law cooking for her on her 60th would bring longevity. That was ridiculous. People even thought she might have Parkinson’s.

When Trevor found out, he merely frowned and said, “Why are you so dumb? Couldn’t you have asked for help?” Summer didn’t bother explaining that it was Scarlett who had insisted she do it alone.

Scarlett scoffed. “Madam Stone, hold on. Summer hasn’t married my son yet. Calling her my daughter-in-law is premature. She’s still under evaluation.”

Summer no longer wanted Trevor, so naturally, she wouldn’t be as deferential as before. “Madam Foster, you’re right. I haven’t married your son, so I’m not your daughter-in-law. And to add one more thing, I’ve broken up with Trevor and won’t be marrying him in the future. Have you noticed you haven’t been able to reach me lately? That’s because I blocked all of you.”

The ladies exchanged shocked glances. The Summer, who had once loved Trevor desperately and humbled herself before Scarlett, was now declaring that she had broken up with him, and even blocked their contact! Scarlett’s face darkened. No wonder her calls never went through when she tried reaching Summer to massage her aching back for days. But she didn’t believe it. Summer loved her son so much that it was impossible to believe she would truly have the heart to break up with him. She should be clinging to Trevor for life. She had seen these empty threats before.

“Summer, who do you think you are? My son choosing you was a blessing for you. Don’t be ungrateful and talk nonsense about breaking up. Don’t come crying when Trevor no longer wants you.”

Summer didn’t get angry. She simply smiled—a poised, radiant smile. “Madam Foster, I’ll pass on that blessing. I won’t be your daughter-in-law, so you can save that position for someone who needs it.”

Scarlett was livid at being humiliated. Bobby’s mother leaned in and whispered in her ear, “Scarlett, I heard from Bobby that Summer’s been acting crazy lately, jealous of Peyton, and she’s using this as a tactic to pressure Trevor into choosing only her.”

Peyton? Scarlett didn’t like her either. Peyton had been kicked out five years ago and later went to Ameros, where she supposedly developed heart disease. Trevor, being soft-hearted, had always been easily manipulated by these lowly women.

At that moment, a sales associate, wearing white gloves, approached with a beautifully wrapped shoe box. She bent down, ready to help Scarlett try on the shoes. These were custom-made a month in advance, costing 250,000 dollars. Scarlett stopped the associate and spoke with the lofty arrogance of someone granting charity. “Summer, come put my shoes on for me. I’ll tell Trevor to stay away from Peyton.”