Mr. Young felt his face heat up and gritted his teeth, saying: "Enough..."
Mrs. Young's face was cold: "Enough of what? Did I scold you? Why are you in such a hurry? Are you hiding something and won't even let me scold? No man is any good, I'm telling you, this house belongs to my Son. If anyone dares to fight my Son for the family property, I'll fight them to the end even if I lose my life. Anyway, I'm old, I've lived long enough, and before I die, I must drag someone down with me."
Her words made Mr. Young shudder inside. He of course knew what kind of person his Wife was; in this matter, she could definitely carry it out.
But he couldn't put aside his pride to speak softly, he snorted, turned around, and left.
...
When Fristy Davis woke up, it was already bright. If it weren't for the constant throbbing pain in her lower abdomen, she might really have thought last night was a nightmare.
