The Villain Mom Awakens — Going Viral by Parenting on a Reality Show Chapter 288: Dream Mom

After hanging up, Ethan Shaw went straight back to his office. The eting he’d been in had ended early.

Liam Sherman ca in to deliver coffee as usual, and he could tell at a glance that his boss seed to be in an excellent mood.

"President Shaw."

Ethan Shaw took the cup and had a sip. Suddenly, his expression changed because of a trending news notification on his phone.

Rhys Quinn and Naomi Kenway’s Sweet Video Call! The Couple I Just Started Shipping Is Already Over!

He furrowed his brow and tapped on it, scrolling all the way to the bottom. His brow remained tightly knitted the entire ti.

Liam Sherman watched him quietly, not daring to make a sound. He had intended to leave, but with Ethan Shaw’s face so dark and sullen, he didn’t dare interrupt.

Ethan Shaw’s finger swiped across the screen. He saw it was from when Naomi Kenway and Rhys Quinn had a video call while she was selling waterlons. The clickbait accounts had clipped their interaction to spin a story. But it wasn’t entirely baseless. As a man himself, Ethan Shaw could see the blatant affection in the man nad Rhys Quinn’s eyes at a single glance.

’Maybe not love, but he’s definitely interested.’

In the comnt section below, a whole crowd of people were saying how they "shipped it" and how they felt sorry for Rhys Quinn.

Ethan Shaw’s fingers tightened, veins popping out on his fair-skinned hand.

Liam Sherman stood by, watching, not daring to speak. He saw Ethan Shaw’s expression grow darker and darker as his fingertips flew across his phone, typing sothing.

Ethan Shaw was usually the picture of composure, his expression rarely changing. This was the first ti Liam Sherman had ever seen him so agitated, and it was also the fastest he had ever seen him type.

"How is Rhys Quinn even worthy? She’s already married."

Ethan Shaw’s account wasn’t officially verified, so he was quickly flad by other users, who accused him of being a hater who couldn’t stand to see Rhys Quinn’s success.

Ethan Shaw was no good at fla wars, and the fighting power of the comnters was astonishing. After a few monts, he was defeated and shouted irritably:

"Liam Sherman!"

Liam Sherman flinched in fright, but his professional training kicked in and he recovered in less than two seconds. He walked over and asked, "President Shaw, what are your orders?"

Ethan Shaw tossed his phone onto the desk, a cigarette already pinched between the fingers of his other hand. "Did you see that headline? Take down all this gossip related to my wife!"

Liam Sherman finally understood the reason for Ethan Shaw’s strange behavior.

A few monts later, Liam Sherman pushed the door open and was t with the distinct sll of smoke. Ethan Shaw was sitting in his office chair, lost in thought. He looked up and asked, "Is it all taken care of?"

Liam Sherman nodded.

Ethan Shaw opened his phone to check, and his expression gradually softened.

"Are tomorrow’s flights booked?"

"They’re booked. Five in the morning."

Ethan Shaw nodded. He suddenly lowered his head and sniffed the sll of smoke on his clothes. ’I need to take a shower right now.’

*

The sun rose late in X Province. Naomi Kenway got out of bed at eight, but Ian was still fast asleep.

She pulled back a corner of the curtain and saw that it was still pitch black outside. The sun wouldn’t co up here until around nine o’clock.

The caras were already set up. Instead of breakfast, Naomi Kenway received a mission card.

Please proceed to the downstairs courtyard at 9:00 AM.

—The "My Super Mom" Production Team

Naomi Kenway raised an eyebrow, keeping her voice low so as not to wake Ian. "Just go downstairs? No hint about what the mission is this ti?"

The caraman just shook his head.

Naomi Kenway asked again, "Are they not providing breakfast today?"

This ti, the caraman nodded.

So, Naomi Kenway went to wash her hands and start cooking.

[Next door, Mona started studying at six. So pitiful. Ian is so lucky! When there are no missions, Nina never wakes him up and just lets him sleep in. I’ll take a dozen moms like her!]

[Hahaha, it’s mainly because Ian keeps a pretty regular schedule anyway. He wakes up on his own by a little after eight at the latest.]

[She’s the dream mom. She can cook all sorts of delicious food, lets her kid sleep in, and loves to praise and encourage him instead of ever crushing his confidence...]

[I’m not envious at all. I can have this kind of thing too... anyti I have a dream!]

[No wonder all the other kids love to hang around Nina. If it were , I’d do the sa!]

[I’m not kidding, I’m proposing a national mom tour!]

...

Naomi Kenway had just put so porridge on to cook when she heard a soft voice. "Mommy..."

Naomi Kenway turned to see that Ian was awake. His clothes were on neatly, not a single button out of place.

Naomi Kenway smiled and reached out to pinch his soft little cheek. "You’re awake, Ian? Did you brush your teeth?"

Ian nodded. "Mommy, I’ll help you."

Ian stood on a stool to help Naomi Kenway wash the vegetables. His little hands were smaller than a potato, but he washed them with great effort, leaving the potato skins clean and smooth.

Naomi Kenway walked over and watched him with a smile for a long while, her heart filled with a sense of bliss.

After breakfast, it was 8:42. Naomi Kenway and Ian washed the dishes together and then went downstairs.

The sun was out, and the sky had brightened.

The other participants ca down one after another, and Naomi Kenway greeted them.

Renee Jennings usually vied to be first in everything, but this ti she was the last one to co down with Nathan Lynch, three minutes later than the appointed ti. Her face was pale, as if she had lost all her fighting spirit.

Her relationship with Chelsea Raines had been very strained recently, and most of the other participants didn’t like her. In a short ti, Renee Jennings had fallen from being the center of attention to being completely ignored.

"Mr. Jennings is late this ti. Rember to be on ti next ti, okay?" the tour guide said.

Renee Jennings nodded, forcing a smile for the caras. Anyone could see she was in a terrible state, which seed related to what had happened yesterday.

Chelsea Raines looked at Renee Jennings, seeming to want to say sothing but holding back. After a mont, she turned her gaze to the tour guide. "What are we doing out here?"

The tour guide smiled, a touch of emotion on his face. The director walked up beside him, holding a microphone with great flair. "Hello, everyone."

The tour guide froze, then held up his own down-to-earth gaphone and complained pitifully, "Director, why do you get a microphone? Didn’t you say there were no microphones on this show?"

The director coughed awkwardly a couple of tis. "I’m the director, after all. I have to keep the good stuff for myself, right? That’s not unreasonable, is it?"

The tour guide’s eyes widened in disbelief at what he was hearing.

The participants all broke into laughter. The atmosphere was more relaxed than it had been for any previous mission.

With a shuffling sound, staff mbers brought out stools for each of the participants.

After the bout of joking, the director raised his microphone again. "I wonder if you all still rember? This is the sixth episode we’re recording. It’s been over four months since we all first ca together."

A wave of sentintal sighs went through the participants. Even Chelsea Raines, who usually gave the production team a hard ti, fell silent as her mind subconsciously recalled all the little monts from the past four months.

Naomi Kenway squeezed her son’s hand beside her. The tangible reality of the mont made her heart soften.

’It’s been five months since my awakening.’

Ian looked over at her, his big, clear eyes long since stripped of their forr fear and guardedness.