“Aunt Rachel, I didn’t drive and took Shawn’s car here. It’d be great if you could arrange for the chauffeur to drive me back to the shop.”

Holding back her anger, Mrs. Lowe summoned a maid to arrange the ride for Jasmine with the chauffeur.

Once Jasmine was gone, Mrs. Lowe slapped her son and lashed out, “Shawn, are you trying to infuriate me? Serenity is three years older than you. She doesn’t come from a good family. Are you blind to fall for her?”

“Aren’t you fond of Serenity, Mom?

“So what if she’s older? It’s not like she’s thirty years older than I am. How is it that she doesn’t come from a good family? Her family isn’t involved in the mafia. She comes from a family of farmers, not criminals.”

Mrs. Lowe grimaced. “I like her and see her as another niece of mine because of Jasmine. I’m only fond of her on the condition that she doesn’t get involved with you.

“I wouldn’t have allowed you two to spend time together had I known what was going on in your head.

“You better