Scarlett Glenn wailed, "Uncle, you're not the uncle I knew anymore. Where's your towering image, your broad-mindedness?"
Poor Mrs. Herd, why does she always have such bad luck to be bumped into every time?
...
Inside the Hotel, Mrs. Herd wore a look of sorrow: "Son, I have nothing left to live for!"
Ethan Herd sighed, "Mum, jumping from upstairs to die is too unsightly. How about I find you a rope instead?"
Once Mrs. Herd heard this, she stopped crying and reached out to slap Ethan, "Brat, are you still my son or not? I'm doing all this for you! If I weren't trying to help you find a wife, would I even bother?"
Ethan Herd quickly said, "I was just joking, joking Mum, don't take it seriously... I was kidding! Scarlett's uncle... he doesn't need to take it seriously with you, right?"
Mrs. Herd angrily said, "But he just said he's going to have the child take the Davis surname, look at how much of a beast he is!"
Ethan Herd nodded, "Right, a beast!"