Poor Person

"You are… Mr. Brooke, right?" Karen looked at Aston with an intense gaze.

Aston hurriedly bowed. "Hello, Aunt Karen. You can just call me Aston."

Aston's action made Karen's heart flutter with joy. Look, what a good choice for a son-in-law. He's so polite, modest, and addresses me so dearly. He must have asked around about us, and he's probably already taken a liking to my daughter.

However, if Karen knew that Aston knew her only because Scarlet always referred to her as 'Karen the Shrew' whenever she cursed at their family in front of him, she would probably look a lot less gratified.

The more Karen looked at Aston, the more pleased she was with him. She pointed at a chair in front of her. "Okay, I won't stand on ceremony then. Aston, come have a seat."

"I'll be imposing on everyone then," Aston said politely as he pulled Scarlet to sit down on the chair beside him.