Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert) novel Chapter 531

Although nowhere near as big as the Garcia family, the Hansons had still made a name for themselves in the shipping business.

But the Hansons spent most of their time abroad and didn’t have any business dealings with Kay.

So if Kay looked down on her so much, why would she introduce her to a family like this?

Mrs. Hanson glanced up at Sylvia the moment she heard her voice, her sharp eyes scanning Sylvia from head to toe at least three times over, as if she was inspecting a piece of merchandise.

After a moment, Mrs. Hanson clicked her tongue. “Pretty enough, but way too skinny. My son Yves is the only male in four generations. Are you even capable of giving us a grandson?”

Sylvia shot a sideways glance at Yves after hearing that.

His gaze was odd—less like a man checking out a woman, more like he was sizing up a mannequin. It made her uneasy right down to her bones, like there was some hidden agenda she couldn’t quite figure out.

Well, if Mrs. Hanson didn’t like her, at least Kay could say she tried.

“Mom,” Yves suddenly spoke up, his voice gruff and edged with annoyance.

Mrs. Hanson’s hand froze around her teacup, and she glanced at Yves as if by reflex.

When Yves nodded, her whole demeanor changed instantly.

She pointed to the seat across from her. “Have a seat.”

Sylvia found it strange, but she sat down anyway. After all, it was a public place, under surveillance and all that.

As she sat, Yves looked at his mother again.

Mrs. Hanson handed her a menu with a forced smile. “Order whatever you like—don’t be shy.”

The sudden change left Sylvia totally baffled.

She accepted the menu politely and ordered the first thing her eyes landed on—a Caesar salad.

Mrs. Hanson frowned. “You’re just having that? How are you supposed to have children if you barely eat? Once a woman’s married, her family comes first—what’s the point if you don’t have kids?”

Mrs. Hanson forced a smile. “Of course, honey. As long as you’re happy.”

Sylvia was stunned. Apparently, her own opinion on this marriage wasn’t required.

She was about to protest when Yves suddenly grabbed her hand.

He wasn’t just big—he was freakishly strong. The way he squeezed her hand made her feel like a doll.

“Your bones are delicate, but your legs are gorgeous.”

Sylvia shuddered, trying to yank her hand free.

Just then, a woman’s voice called out from behind her.

“Sylvia? What are you doing here?”