The Marriage Ultimatum

Cora tried asking Flora to leave in an indirect manner. “Mrs. Kensington, if there's nothing else, do you mind letting us continue to have our meal? The mushroom soup doesn't taste good when it's cold.”

“Marry my son.”

“Hm?” Cora's expression froze as she asked her in disbelief, “What did you say?”

Flora glanced at her contemptuously and said, “Despite your lowly background, I can still accept you