Meeting You Was Fate

"I forbid you to say that, Ethon." Fiona trembled as she felt her heart sink in depression. Although she felt the same way deep
inside, she could not help wondering why she had such a sense of premonition.
"You must stay by my side, do you hear me? I will protect you." Suddenly, Ethon's eyes lit up. A light smile spread across his
face. Only in front of Fiona could he smile so heartily as if he were a child.
Shyla's nose was red, and her eyes were slightly puffy. She had tears in her eyes, and there was a kind of raging jealousy in her
heart that could not be expressed.
For a moment, Shyla was touched by what Ethon had just said, especially the words "you must stay by my side, and I will protect
you." Shyla had lived for more than 20 years. Since primary school, boys had been chasing after her, but none of them had ever
said such sweet words to her.
A promise was like a beautiful butterfly that could disappear and not be seen again in the blink of an eye. Nonetheless, a woman
still liked to hear promises, especially if they were from the lips of the man she loved. Hearing such words made a woman very
happy.
A lump formed in Fiona's throat. She nodded, her eyes still slightly red. She was stunned for a few seconds, and her reactions
seemed to slow down after hearing Ethon's words.
"You little bitch! Do you think you deserve my son? Look at you! You don't deserve my son at all! And you have the gall to want
to marry him. I'm telling you, even if you get married, I won't take you as my daughter-in-law. You better give up now." Monica
could no longer control her anger. Gritting her teeth, she strode up to Fiona. She looked haughty and was ready to curse the
poor young woman with the most vicious language she could speak.
Hearing Monica's malicious words, Fiona kept silent. After all, Monica was an elder, and she was Ethon's mother. Besides, it was
not the first time that she had spoken ill of her. Fiona had always been docile since childhood and could bear others' verbal
attack against her.
"It's up to me whether we get married or not," Ethon answered in a firm voice, his handsome face now stern and domineering.
"You have no control here. I've moved your residence booklet to the Yu Family, so you can't marry this bitch without my
permission," Monica said sarcastically without remorse.
This proved the famous saying, "While the priest climbs a post, the devil climbs ten." Aged ginger was more pungent than
younger ones. Ethon was a simple and innocent man, while Monica, on the other hand, was shrewd and cunning.

Ethon was not a person who would be forced to do anything rashly, but this time, he found himself trapped in his mother's
schemes and threats. He did not really expect that her mother would try every means to separate him from Fiona. She had really
spent a lot of time and energy on this matter.
"All right. Just let me ask you a question. What if Shyla were not the mayor's daughter? What if she were just an ordinary
woman? Would you still like her that much? Would you still want me to marry her?" Ethon asked through clenched teeth, great
rage blooming in his heart.
Monica stared at Ethon with wide eyes. She felt so embarrassed that she could not utter a single word to refute her son. How
could he say such words in front of her and Shyla? How dare he spew some thinly veiled insults?
"There are no 'ifs' in the world. Some people are simply not born into families that are meant to rule, much like lions don't give
birth to mice. Similarly, human beings can't choose their family. Whose future do you think is better, a lion or a mouse's?" Monica
held her breath. After a few seconds of silence, she answered Ethon's question. She made an analogy, comparing Shyla to a lion
and Fiona to a mouse.
"It depends on what kind of lion or what kind of mouse it is. One thing is for sure. I'd rather be a despised mouse that's free to run
around and go everywhere than a worshiped lion that lives in a cage and is doomed to perform at the crack of a whip for the rest
of its life." With his eyebrows furrowed, Ethon got straight to the point. He managed to restrain his anger while using his
intelligence to respond to Monica.
Obviously, Ethon had just won this round.
Monica was too angry to say a word in response. She was on the verge of exploding. She really wanted to slap Fiona across the
face, but she could not do it because Ethon was standing right in front of her. He was really trying his best to protect Fiona from
her.
"Well, then you can be a poor mouse. If that is your goal, I really have nothing else to say." Irritated, Monica picked up her
expensive Prada bag and threw it at Ethon with all her strength.
The bag cut through the air, creating a swooshing sound as it flew toward Ethon's face.
To Monica's surprise, Ethon just stood there with an arrogant look on his face. He did not even try to avoid her attack. Monica's
face turned bright red with mixed annoyance and rage.

There were many things in Monica's bag namely an umbrella, cosmetics, her car keys, and a pile of odds and ends. They were
really heavy together.
The bag hit Ethon right in the face and then fell to the ground.
"Ethon..." Fiona exclaimed with a hint of fear and amazement in her voice.
At the same time, Shyla opened her mouth and called, "Auntie."
Ethon rubbed his nose and felt a pang of pain. He only watched as Monica threw her heavy handbag right at his face. He had
deliberately not evaded her attack.
But the funny thing was that the two women's reactions were quite different. Fiona called to him while Shyla called to Monica. It
was quite obvious who loved Ethon more deeply.
"You... You are not a devoted son at all. You are a disgrace." Monica's lips quivered as she could no longer control her emotions.
She cried hysterically, wailing and thrashing like a mad woman.
Since his childhood, Ethon had not been beaten by Monica, not even once. This was the first time that Monica hit him in the face
with a handbag. This would become a most unforgettable memory for both Ethon and Monica.
When Ethon was a kid, he was obedient, and he never offended Monica. He always did what she asked, but after his third year
in high school, his thoughts and behavior changed a lot. That was the time when he met and became familiar with Fiona. All of a
sudden, he did not want to follow the path his father had made for him. Ethon was born in a family of military men, but he was
not interested in becoming a military officer like his father. Since ancient times, heroes always wanted beauties, and Ethon was
no exception. In truth, he would choose his beautiful beloved Fiona over the bright and promising future designed by his parents
any day.
"Ethon, are you okay?" With a pitiful look on her face, Fiona quickly strode in front of Ethon and checked his face. Her eyes were
glistening with tears.
"I'm fine. It doesn't hurt." Ethon smiled, trying to be strong. He looked at Fiona with a calm and gentle expression as if a heavy,
expensive handbag had not just violently hit him in his face.