Bryson felt hurt by what his mother-in-law said. He understood well what she meant by his bank account not being 'handsome', she ironically stated that he was poor and he felt more hurt when he saw his wife still smiling like her mother hadn't said anything wrong."What do you mean, Rose?" Her mother's friend asked and looking at his mother-in-law, he knew she really wanted to tell her friend that he was a pauper and humiliate him more but she couldn't because she knew her image would be stained too. "Don't mind me," his mother-in-law simply said and smiled."Hello, how're you?" The woman said to Bryson and he glanced at his wife."Good evening ma'am. Nice to see you. I'm Bryson," he introduced himself."Nice to meet you, Bryson. Uh, tell me. What do you do?""I'm actually a deliv….""He works as a manager of a company," Ainslie interrupted him and when he looked at her, astonished, she gave him a you- must- be- crazy look. He couldn't believe she would lie about his job."Oh. You've
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