Chapter 605 Someone Has Not Come Yet

Ethon's fist clenched as he heard the girls' conversation. He was about to teach them a lesson when his phone suddenly rang.

"Ethon, forget it. Just let them say whatever they want. They are only jealous," Fiona said kindly. She stared at the two girls, observing their appearance. How ironic that they were not in any way prettier or had a better figure than her, yet they dared to insult her. She wondered where they got such confidence.

For Fiona's sake, Ethon restrained himself but gave the girls a hard look. His phone pinged again, and he glanced down to see his father's name on the screen.

"Hello, father," he greeted calmly.

"Ethon, are you free this afternoon? Your mother and I are going horseback riding. Would you like to join us?" Malcolm's steady voice came over the phone. He sounded pleasant and gentle.

Ethon had argued with his mom before he left for university earlier, and Malcolm wanted to take the opportunity to fix the mother-son relationship.

"Okay. How is mom doing?" Ethon frowned as he remembered the scene earlier.

"You know how your mother is. She may speak sharply, but she is a softhearted woman." Malcolm's bottomless eyes dropped beside him to Monica, who was applying sunscreen all over her body. Although not deeply in love with each other, they married at a young age and had encountered plenty of difficulties over the years. Fortunately, they led a peaceful and stable life after having Ethon, which was precisely his dream.

"As long as she does not get angry, it is fine."

"Is your girlfriend with you? If she is, you may bring her. We'll see you at the usual place," he said with a smile.

"Okay, I'll talk to her." Ethon hung up the phone and returned it to his pocket. He then faced Fiona and tenderly draped his arm around her shoulders. "My father asked us to go horseback riding with them. Would you like to join? If you don't want to, it's okay, you can refuse."

Fiona considered saying yes, but she had her reservations. She had never ridden a horse before, and watching TV shows was the closest she had ever been to get on one. However, every time she watched period dramas, she saw the actors playing the roles of

ling Fiona.

"Ethon, I raised you since you were a kid, but I have never seen you do that for me." Monica removed her glasses and turned her head in contempt to Fiona. She was burning with hostility, her eyes sending daggers.

If looks could kill, Fiona would be lying on the ground already. She noticed Monica was not fond of her at all. She lowered her head and slumped her shoulders as if trying to make herself smaller. Gritting her teeth, she gently nudged him. "Ethon, auntie feels hot too. Go fan for her."

But Ethon furrowed his eyebrows and returned the magazine instead. In a cold voice, he said, "Let's go for a ride."

"Wait! Someone hasn't come yet," Monica abruptly said, a fake smile plastered on her face.

"Hello, Uncle, Auntie, and Ethon! Oh! Fiona, you're also here!" As if on cue, a sunny and charming voice called from behind them. It was Shyla, walking towards them with a big smile, wearing a riding suit as well.

At the sight of the newcomer, Monica's sullen face was instantly lifted, replaced by a wide grin. She stood up and greeted Shyla with great enthusiasm.

Shyla's petite body ran a few steps and stopped in front of Monica. Her movement was light and elegant. Her fair skin was flushed by the sun, giving her a livelier and alluring look. Majoring in film and television certainly had its perks. Her movements and speech were so finely tuned that she gave others the impression that she came from a noble family.