Chapter 757 You Must Stay By My Side

"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 fa

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"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.