Jane Chandler frowned at him, then told a servant to bring Ethan Shaw another jacket.
"Have you eaten dinner yet? How many times have I told you to take care of yourself? I'll have Auntie Warren make a couple of your favorite dishes, son."
"That's not necessary. I'll just say a few words and then I'll be on my way."
Jane Chandler's delicate brows furrowed. "Go on, then."
"Mom, I don't want you to keep making things difficult for Naomi Kenway like this." His expression was grave.
"I'm making things difficult for her?" Jane Chandler let out a laugh of disbelief. "I was wondering why you were sticking around. So you came here to criticize me, huh? What a good son you are. Ian, you used to listen to every word I said. Now that you have a wife, you've forgotten your mother. Have you forgotten who raised you?"
