Looking at the indifferent expression on Philip Shaw's face, Mrs. Shaw let out a slow sigh, her previously stern tone gradually softened. She stepped forward, gently cupping Philip Shaw's face, her voice sorrowful, "Phoebe, it's not that Mom wants to hurt you, Mom just doesn't want you to follow your dad's old path... He was shot through the heart by the woman he loved most, which is more painful than death. Does Mom really have the heart to let you experience such pain?"
Philip Shaw's expression remained indifferent, only responding calmly to his mother, "That won't happen."
"Phoebe!"
"She wouldn't do such a thing, and I won't let it happen," Philip Shaw raised his head to look at Mrs. Shaw, "I am the head of this family, I climbed to this position with great difficulty, not to fail at keeping even my own woman. Whoever dares to harm her in front of me will certainly pay the price!"
A trace of fierceness flashed in his eyes, Mrs. Shaw stared at him, speechless for a while.
