Violet Zimmerman was the first to walk down, glancing at Sophia Hamilton with clear disdain before getting off the car.

Watching her future mother-in-law walk toward the café with her chin raised, Sophia Hamilton put away the beef jerky and got out of the Lincoln. Despite being almost six months pregnant, this little pregnant woman was quite agile, jumping off with both feet while holding onto the car door.

At the café entrance, Violet Zimmerman turned around when she saw Sophia Hamilton hadn’t followed, catching her action. As the mother-in-law with a grandson in her daughter-in-law’s belly, Violet Zimmerman showed no concern, only impatience, in contrast to the middle-aged assistant beside her whose heart was trembling.

Seeing Sophia Hamilton approaching, Violet Zimmerman again turned her back, embodying the dignity of a woman of status with her chin perpetually raised.

Sophia Hamilton rolled her eyes in speechless disdain.

What kind of mother-in-law was this? She didn’t like her at all!

Other mothers-in-law would eagerly spend on their pregnant daughters-in-law, fearing mood swings might affect the unborn child. Her mother-in-law was truly unique, keeping up appearances even in front of family, but the main point was, Sophia wasn’t afraid of her at all.

Holding her crossbody bag, she walked into the café and sat opposite Violet Zimmerman without waiting for an invitation from the assistant. She told the server standing nearby, "A hot cherry juice, please. I’m thirsty; promptly, please."

After ordering the drink, she remembered her mother-in-law across from her, adjusted the strap of her crossbody bag on her shoulder, and placed it on her lap, "Madam, what would you like to drink?"

Sophia Hamilton felt that her relationship with Violet Zimmerman wasn’t close enough to call her Aunt, so she formally addressed her as Madam. Violet Zimmerman glanced at her indifferently, saying nothing, but her eyes seemed to say that whatever the disliked person did was wrong!

"Our Madam only drinks coffee." The assistant reminded from the side, and Sophia Hamilton casually instructed, "Oh, then add a cup of coffee, not too strong; it’s said to cause spots."

At Sophia Hamilton’s words, Violet Zimmerman again slightly furrowed her brows, seemingly annoyed by her presumptuousness.

"Alright, please wait a moment."

The server bowed slightly, taking the order form away.

Ignoring Violet Zimmerman’s discontented gaze, Sophia Hamilton crossed her hands on the table and directly asked, "Madam, you didn’t ask me over just to buy me coffee, did you?"

Violet Zimmerman visibly inhaled as she retracted her gaze, showing clear impatience, lowered her eyes, opened her handbag, and pulled out a check.

Across the table, Sophia Hamilton glanced at the check, her eyebrows instinctively twitching. Evander Lancaster had really nailed it.

"This is for you, take it and get rid of the baby immediately, and stop clinging to our Evander!" Violet Zimmerman slapped the check in front of Sophia Hamilton, her ice-cold tone bearing an inherent superiority.

Sophia Hamilton used her fingertips to move the check in front of her, taking a glance—five million. They were really willing to spend a fortune to get rid of her.

She raised her eyebrows and lifted her gaze to peer at the uncompromising mother-in-law across from her, pretending not to understand. "Madam, what do you mean by this?"

"Exactly as it says." Violet Zimmerman leaned back in her chair, her posture erect. "Whether you call it a breakup fee or compensation from our Lancaster Family, this money is enough for you to live on for a lifetime, so take it and leave Evander!"

Sophia Hamilton lowered her eyes again, landing on the check and murmuring to herself seemingly amusedly, "Oh, this much money really is tempting..."

Across the table, Violet Zimmerman saw her greed and a disdainful smirk pulled at her lips.

Taking a deep breath, Sophia Hamilton seemed to have made a decision as she neatly folded the check and put it into her crossbody bag, confirming once more, "I can cash this as soon as I leave the café, right?"

Violet Zimmerman looked at her coolly, "As long as you agree to leave Evander, you can cash it as soon as you step out of the café."

After putting the check away, Sophia Hamilton patted her crossbody bag and, with an air of appropriateness, nodded, "I will talk to your son about breaking up, but..."

Sophia Hamilton looked up at Violet Zimmerman, saying innocently, "If he clings to me, there’s nothing I can do."

"Rest assured, people from our Lancaster Family aren’t so shameless!" Violet Zimmerman spoke each word emphatically, then rose, "I hope you honor the agreement!"

"I will." Sophia Hamilton nodded with a smile, watching Violet Zimmerman’s noble back as she left. She felt elated; Evander Lancaster had said, take whatever comes... A few words and she had pocketed five million, oh, this luck was phenomenal; it seemed she should buy a lottery ticket.

Just about to get up to cash it, the server approached with a tray, "Your cherry juice and coffee,"

"Oh, thank you." Having ordered, it had to be paid for whether drunk or not, so best not to waste it.

Driven by frugality, Sophia Hamilton propped her chin with one hand, casually enjoying the juice while admiring the street view. Halfway through, the phone in her bag rang.

She took out her phone, lazily placing it against her ear, unsurprised when Evander Lancaster’s slightly anxious voice emerged.

"Why aren’t you back yet? Are you in trouble?"

Evander Lancaster’s ambiguous words were understood by Sophia Hamilton, knowing he worried his mother might be giving her a hard time.

Eyeing the sun slanting outside, Sophia Hamilton lazily said, "No trouble, I’m feeling good today and having a juice to treat myself."

Evander Lancaster...

Briefly lifted his handsome brows, "Earned some formula money for our son?"

Sophia Hamilton took another sip of juice before replying, "Our son is hungry, wants to eat Western food."

"Alright, tell me where you are, I’ll come pick you up."

Sophia Hamilton gave Evander Lancaster the café’s address. After hanging up, he pocketed the phone and grabbed his car keys, preparing to head out. Just slipping on one shoe, his phone rang again in his pocket.

Thinking Sophia Hamilton had changed her mind, Evander Lancaster quickly fetched his phone, answering without even checking the number.

"Sophia, what is it?"

"It’s your mom!" Violet Zimmerman’s tone was off, the first-ever spoken in such a harsh manner.

His opening words, calling out the woman’s name, displeased Violet as a mother.

Evander Lancaster hesitated for a moment, "Mom? Is something wrong?"

"Can’t I call without a reason?" A stern inquiry from the earpiece again, leaving Evander helplessly resting his forehead. Barely having moved the phone away, Violet Zimmerman’s words echoed.

"Evander, what’s your plan? Not coming home for holidays, do you intend to cohabit with that woman forever, forsaking your mother?"

Violet Zimmerman was dissatisfied with Evander not coming home for Mid-Autumn yesterday, repeatedly calling, claiming to be busy, patients aplenty at the hospital... Too busy to dine with family?

"Mom, isn’t my brother there? Me being around doesn’t matter, don’t stress. Besides, the holiday’s over, let’s move on, alright."

Evander Lancaster slipped on his other shoe, talking and stepping out.

"Move on? Let me tell you, I’ve already sent that woman away, and she’s not as sweet as she appears!"