Simon Ruiz was trying to coax his mother, Mrs. Ruiz, to leave as he spoke.
Upon seeing her second son, who had helped her eldest betray her, Mrs. Ruiz was filled with anger.
It was all because of this guy. If he hadn't stolen her household register book, would today's wedding have been possible?
She was used to Hansen Ruiz not listening to her; he had always had his own ideas from a young age, and nobody could stop him from doing what he wanted. But Simon had always been under her control, treating her words as law. Now that he, too, had betrayed her, how could she not be furious?
"Simon, you still haven't accounted for your faults. Get out of my way!" Mrs. Ruiz's well-maintained face darkened as she coldly commanded Simon Ruiz.
"Mom…" Simon Ruiz called out softly.
