Ethan Ellsworth reluctantly forced himself to drink all the soup, leaving only a piece of bull penis untouched in the bowl.
"Now that's my good boy." Mrs. Ellsworth beamed and dumped the piece of bull penis into the bowl. She picked up the lunch box and stood up. "Chloe, you two better not use any birth control. Hurry up and conceive my grandchild so you can have the wedding at the same time. A double blessing—how wonderful!"
She pulled open the door and left. Chloe Marshall stood there holding the bowl, dumbfounded.
She turned her head to look at Ethan Ellsworth. "Boss Ellsworth—your mother—what—what did she say?"
Ethan Ellsworth pointed at the thing in the bowl. "Throw it in the trash!"
Only then did Chloe Marshall look closely. "Boss Ellsworth, what is this? It looks like a dried-out turd."
Ethan Ellsworth nearly threw up on the spot. His face was a mask of disgust as he roared, "I told you to do it, so get moving! Say one more word and I'll deal with you myself!"
