The Villain Mom Awakens — Going Viral by Parenting on a Reality Show Chapter 168: Ian is the Best Child

When it ca to be Naomi Kenway’s turn, Jane Chandler was dead set against it. She took the opportunity to complain to Jonathan Shaw before he left for the office:

"How could Naomi Kenway possibly take care of anyone? With that explosive temper of hers, she’ll raise the roof! Besides, her character is questionable. Have you forgotten she once made Ian kneel all night? A woman that vicious... I’m afraid she’ll poison Mom’s dicine!"

Jonathan Shaw paused as he was changing his shoes and straightened up. "You can’t just say things like that. Didn’t Ian already explain it? Ian’s mother lost control of her actions before because she was under too much pressure, but she’s recovered now. She seems fine to . She did a great job with the last birthday banquet and made Mom very happy."

"You believe everything Ian says? He’s so bewitched by that woman he won’t even listen to anymore! ’Lost control of her actions?’ I think she’s just a vicious psycho! If it weren’t for her, would my grandson still be unable to do simple addition and subtraction? I’m sure that vicious woman, Naomi Kenway, damaged his brain when he was little!" Jane Chandler clutched her handkerchief. "How can soone be so evil..."

Jonathan Shaw frowned. "You’re getting more and more ridiculous..."

"Mom is so weak right now. I can’t trust Naomi Kenway to be here with her!"

Jonathan Shaw was getting a headache. He wasn’t good at handling these family matters. "Things are urgent at the office. How about this? Go ask Mom for her opinion."

Jane Chandler went to Susan Hughes’s bedroom. Susan was resting on a lounge chair and opened her eyes at the slight sound.

"What brings you here?"

Jane Chandler repeated what she had just said.

Susan Hughes’s brow furrowed. Just when Jane Chandler thought she understood, she heard her say, "You’re exaggerating. Nia isn’t as awful as you make her out to be."

"I’m exaggerating? Mom, I think you’re getting senile!" Realizing she’d spoken inappropriately, she pursed her lips and added, "I’m just so worried about your health. Have you forgotten about that ti Ian had a fever?"

"So, if Nia doesn’t co, does that an you’ll stay ho and take care of ?"

Jane Chandler looked uncomfortable. "Mom, I have a charity banquet to attend. Besides, with so many servants in the house, surely you’ll be well looked after..."

Susan Hughes smiled knowingly. "If there are so many servants, what are you worried about? Actually, Nicole has had it rough, too. Didn’t Ian say she had postpartum depression and was under a lot of stress back then? We should show her more concern, not bla her. She’s part of our family."

"Jane, I’ve always respected you. Not just because we’re family, but because you gave birth to and raised Ian and Jenna. I’ve been through it, so I know childbirth is an agonizing process. You went through a lot, and for that, I’m grateful."

"Regardless, Nicole gave birth to Ian, and we can’t keep holding that incident with the fever over her head. I believe that as a mother, no one loves Ian more than she does."

Susan Hughes gently patted Jane Chandler’s hand. "Let Nicole co over. I miss her. I’m too old to spend my days walking on eggshells. What’s the fun in that?"

Jane Chandler’s expression was complicated as she walked out.

It happened to be the weekend, so Naomi Kenway took Ian Shaw to the old family residence.

Ian first rummaged through a storage cabinet in his bedroom. When Naomi Kenway asked, he said he wanted to give his great-grandmother his favorite toy as a gift.

Sitting in the car, Ian hugged his little toy car and asked anxiously, "Mom, do you think Great-grandma will like it?"

Naomi Kenway smiled and ruffled his hair. "She’ll definitely love it."

Jane Chandler wasn’t ho, which spared Naomi Kenway the trouble of arguing with her. She took Ian Shaw straight upstairs.

Susan Hughes was sitting in her lounge chair, reading a book with her glasses on. She had just turned a page when she heard a knock at the door. She smiled. "Co in."

"Great-grandma!" Ian ran over to her. He was wearing a custom-made outfit from Naomi Kenway, a cute and lively bright yellow.

Susan Hughes put down her book, her smile warm. "Let see if Ian has gotten taller."

Ian Shaw was wearing shorts. His chubby little calves were still fair and tender, but he had visibly shot up.

Susan Hughes looked more closely and noticed the contours of Ian’s face had also beco a bit more defined. She smiled wistfully. "Kids these days grow up so fast..."

"Great-grandma, look, a toy car! This is Ian’s gift for you! It’s Ian’s favorite toy car!" Ian exclaid excitedly.

Susan Hughes accepted it with a look of pleasant surprise. "Oh my, Ian is willing to give his favorite toy car to his great-grandma..."

"Great-grandma is so good to Ian, so Ian wants to be good to Great-grandma too..."

Tears welled up in Susan Hughes’s eyes. "What a good boy."

’Jane Chandler always called Ian a "total failure" of a child, but Susan Hughes didn’t see it that way. You couldn’t judge a child just by how smart they were; that was far too one-sided and prejudiced. Susan Hughes saw many fine qualities in Ian. To her, her great-grandson was the most wonderful child in the world!’

Naomi Kenway noticed Susan Hughes didn’t seem to be in good spirits. The room was filled with sleep-enhancing pillows and nutritional supplents. It looked like her insomnia was indeed severe.

"Nicole, please, sit. Have you been busy with filming lately?"

Susan Hughes asked Naomi Kenway solicitously about her work on the film set.

"It’s going well, Grandma. Are you still not sleeping well?"

Susan Hughes smiled, seemingly brushing it off. "Insomnia is quite normal at my age. Don’t you worry, Nia. I’ve been feeling much better the last couple of days."

Despite her words, her complexion was poor.

Ian looked up and took Susan Hughes’s hand in his own chubby little one. "Great-grandma, you have to get well soon."

"Okay."

Naomi Kenway stayed in the bedroom to keep Susan Hughes company.

Following Naomi Kenway’s instructions, Ian played by Susan Hughes’s side the whole ti.

Susan Hughes’s life was monotonous. In her bedroom, she either read or stared into space. She barely touched the lunch a servant brought up, saying she had no appetite. Only after Ian’s persistent coaxing did she manage a few more mouthfuls of congee.

Naomi Kenway watched from the side, a worried look on her face. The combination of insomnia and loss of appetite was taking a toll on Susan Hughes’s aging body.

’If this continues, it will completely wear her down sooner or later.’

The room was rather dim. Naomi Kenway looked around and noticed the curtains were only half-drawn. She walked over and pulled them open, and warm, bright sunlight instantly flooded the bedroom.

The sudden brightness was jarring, and Susan Hughes found it a bit overwhelming. She hadn’t seen the outdoor sun for a long ti since falling ill.