"Sorry, I had no idea my mother would make such a decision on her own. I'll handle it," Ethan said, his expression dark as the black Rolls-Royce glided smoothly down the road.
He had just learned everything that happened in the lounge from Emma.
He sighed, rubbing his temples in frustration. Ethan knew Bertha could be overbearing, but this time, she had definitely crossed the line.
No one should have to live under someone else's control or charity, and he wouldn't allow Bertha's actions to put Emma in an awkward position.
"I'll find a chance to talk to her," Ethan continued, glancing at Emma. Then, he offered a solution, "Tomorrow, I'll have someone reach out to the education company, so your work won't be affected. As compensation, I'll also double Phillip's lesson fee."
"Hey, Ethan,
