Chapter 451
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Ethan glanced at the generous boxes of fruits and vegetables, a hint of resignation in his eyes as he wondered what to do with it all.
He had tried to refuse the gifts, but Luther had been persistent.
Brenna, amused by Ethan’s predicament, said, “Maybe your parents and grandparents would enjoy these. It could be seen as a thoughtful, health-conscious gift.”
Ethan’s face brightened at the idea. “That’s an excellent suggestion. They really value farm-fresh goods.”
After a pause, he added, “Do you have some time to come with me and meet them today?”
Brenna hesitated, unsure about the sudden plan. But before she could voice her objection, Ethan was already guiding her toward the car.
As Ethan started the engine, he dialed his mother, telling her that he and Brenna would be home soon.
The Mitchell family’s large home was often empty since Ethan’s parents usually stayed at the military base.
Brenna, searching for a polite excuse, said, “I’m not sure I’ve brought suitable gifts for a visit.”
Ethan gestured toward the trunk. “You’re not going there empty-handed. Four crates of fresh produce make a thoughtful gift.”
Brenna furrowed her brows. “Isn’t it a bit improper to bring such a gift?”
Ethan reassured her, “Consider it a token of your care for their health. You’ve already done so much for my grandfather; his improved mobility is thanks to you. Really, your presence is more valuable than any physical gift.”
Yet Brenna remained unconvinced. “It feels too rushed to visit without a more thoughtful gift. Besides, these vegetables seem like things they wouldn’t want. It wouldn’t be right to present such things to the elders.”
At Brenna’s insistence, Ethan drove them to a shopping center. At Ellie’s store, they picked out a navy blue dress and a handbag so new it hadn’t even been put on display yet.
𝕋𝕣𝕦𝕖 𝕗𝕚𝕝𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖: gⱯ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝕖𝗅𝕤⧽ⅽ𝗈𝗺
At the military compound.
Though Brenna had previously met Ethan’s parents in a professional context at the hospital, she felt anxious about this formal introduction as his girlfriend. The compound bustled with high-ranking officials, all dressed in uniforms.
Ethan said to Brenna, “My mother used to perform in the military’s performance troupe. Though she rarely performs now, she still has an eye for elegance. She’ll definitely appreciate the gifts you’ve brought.”
After the car was parked, Brenna got out. Just then, a middle-aged woman in a crisp uniform quickly approached her.
Her military attire and neatly trimmed short hair highlighted her refined, dynamic presence.
This was Elsa Mitchell, Ethan’s mother.
“Pleased to meet you,” Brenna offered a polite greeting.
Then she noticed a person who looked a lot like Ethan standing behind Elsa and her husband. It was Kenny.
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