My Mysterious Hidden Husband-Chapter 476: Don’t Know Him

Isaac Sheffield’s family was quite well-off, with his mother as a teacher and his father an engineer.

Mrs. Shepherd had always been rather strict in her upbringing of Isaac, hoping he would excel, especially since Isaac was their only child. She placed all her hopes and future dreams on him.

Having painstakingly raised such an outstanding son, her expectations for Isaac’s partner were naturally high.

As they reached the doorstep, before getting out of the car, Isaac took Sheila Yardley’s hand and said, "Elaine...don’t mention to my mom that you’ve had a child before. My mom has old-fashioned views."

As if afraid Sheila would misunderstand, Isaac quickly added, "Of course, I don’t care about these things. I won’t question you about your past either. Let bygones be bygones; what’s important is the present and the future."

Listening to Isaac, Sheila felt more convinced of his genuine love for her, and she also felt guilty toward him.

"Thank you."

Isaac smiled indulgently, "Choosing to be with you was my own decision. No need for thanks. If anyone deserves thanks, it should be our good fortune that brought us together."

Sheila couldn’t help but smile gently. Isaac opened the car door and said, "Let’s go. I’ve mentioned you to my mom a few times. She thinks well of you, so don’t be too nervous."

"I’m just afraid you’ve been praising me too much in front of her, and she might have high expectations, only to be disappointed upon meeting me."

"If I don’t speak well of you, should I badmouth you instead? Besides, you truly are that good. Don’t worry, mom will like you."

Taking the elevator upstairs, it seemed Mrs. Shepherd knew they were coming, as the door was ajar and the house was filled with the aroma of food.

"Mom, we’re back."

Isaac called out as he entered, prompting Mrs. Shepherd to come out from the kitchen.

She looked like a capable woman, appearing quite youthful.

But when she glanced at Sheila, her gaze wasn’t very friendly, nor was she very warm. She simply said coldly, "Find a place to sit."

Isaac drew Sheila close to him and said, "Mom, this is Elaine."

Sheila awkwardly smiled and shyly greeted, "Hello, Auntie."

Mrs. Shepherd merely hummed in acknowledgment before returning to the kitchen.

Sheila glanced up at Isaac, who simply smiled and patted her head, saying, "It’s fine; that’s just my mom’s personality."

Saying this, Isaac opened the shoe cabinet, found a pair of pink plush slippers, and placed them by Sheila’s feet. "She even asked me about your shoe size the other day and specifically bought new slippers for you."

As she saw him about to help her take off her shoes, Sheila quickly stepped back, bent down, and unzipped the side of her boots, chuckling softly, "I can do it myself."

Isaac stood up, found his own slippers, and while changing his shoes, asked Mrs. Shepherd, who was busy in the kitchen, "Mom, where’s Dad?"

"He went downstairs to buy some ingredients."

"You should take a break. Elaine and I got New Year’s gifts for you. Come out and see if you like them."

"What good things could you buy? It’s always a waste of money."

"Isn’t it just showing respect to you?"

Mrs. Shepherd dried her hands, took off her apron, gave Sheila a glance, and walked to the living room.

Only then did Isaac lead Sheila to follow her.

Isaac showed Mrs. Shepherd the food, supplies, and clothing they bought for the elderly parents. Despite being touched by her son’s thoughtfulness, Mrs. Shepherd didn’t utter a word of praise. Instead, she had complaints about everything.

But Isaac clearly understood his mother’s character. Though she didn’t express joy outwardly, inside she was elated and might brag to others later that her son bought these things for her.

After showing the gifts, Mr. Shepherd returned home from buying condiments, and Mrs. Shepherd finally turned the conversation to Sheila.

"I heard from Isaac that you work in fashion design?"

Sheila smiled and nodded. Mrs. Shepherd immediately asked, "How much can you earn per month?"

Without waiting for Sheila to answer, Isaac interjected, "Mom, why are you asking this? Surely you don’t expect me to find a girl who earns a lot just to live off her?"

"I’m not saying you should live off her, but at least make sure she’s self-sufficient."

Sheila answered, "At least around thirty thousand."

Mrs. Shepherd nodded, seemingly satisfied, and asked, "What do your parents do?"

"...My father passed away, and my mother is currently unemployed and cares for us three siblings at home."

"Single-parent family, huh..." Mrs. Shepherd mused.

Mr. Shepherd seemed much more amiable. He smiled and said, "It’s tough for your mother alone, but at least she can enjoy life now."

Sheila smiled and answered softly, "Yes."

Mrs. Shepherd asked again, "Have you dated anyone before?"

Isaac: "Mom, why ask all these irrelevant questions?"

Mrs. Shepherd: "Marriage is a lifelong commitment; of course, we need to understand these things."

Just as Sheila opened her mouth to respond, Isaac tightened his grip on her hand slightly, as if comforting her nerves or reminding her not to forget what he said in the car earlier.

"I dated someone in college."

"Why did you break up?"

"...Incompatible personalities."

"Was it because you had a bad personality, or was it him?"

Mr. Shepherd couldn’t bear it any longer, and before Sheila could answer, he said, "She seems nice and gentle. It’s her first time visiting us; don’t interrogate her like a suspect. How much longer until dinner? These kids must be starving."

It seemed Mrs. Shepherd suddenly remembered something and quickly stood up, "Oh no, I left the soup simmering!"

With that, she hurried back to the kitchen, and Sheila finally breathed a sigh of relief.

She was already unsure how to handle the future in-law relationship, feeling it would be very challenging.

Especially as some things, she’s afraid, would eventually come to light.

After lunch, Isaac suggested taking Sheila out for a stroll, and Mrs. Shepherd mentioned a few items for them to casually buy.

Sheila hadn’t expected to encounter Caleb Grant at the supermarket and didn’t know what he intended by following her there.

Realizing she saw him, she pretended not to know him, turned around, and pulled Isaac to another aisle. Caleb did not approach or disturb them.

Isaac noticed something strange and asked Sheila, "Do you know that person?"

"...Who?"

Isaac gestured with his chin toward Caleb Grant, who was not far away, "I feel like he’s been following us and keeps looking at you."

Caleb, pretending to look at items on the shelf, moved closer toward them.

Sheila, holding Isaac’s arm, whispered as they walked forward, "I don’t know him."

Her voice was small and soft, yet Caleb heard every word clearly.

Caleb’s hand, frozen in mid-air, remained motionless, his gaze unfocused on the uninteresting goods before him.

After a long time, he turned and walked away in the opposite direction.