"Matthew Ruiz, how dare you yell my full name at me? What charm does that damned Country Bumpkin possess to marry my Hansen? My Hansen is a paragon among men, truly exceptional. If he had married a wife as beautiful as a celestial fairy—poised, refined, and of noble birth—I would naturally be overjoyed. I would wholeheartedly welcome the new daughter-in-law into the family. But he chose to marry an ugly woman who is good for nothing! Isn't that a direct slap in my face? How can I face anyone? As soon as I step out, people will ask me, 'Wasn't your Hansen very selective? How could he fancy such an ordinary woman?'"
Mrs. Ruiz was also enraged. Accustomed to being spoiled and indulged by her husband, her temper flared at her spouse's low growl. Her rage burned even fiercer than Matthew Ruiz's.
