"What did you say?" Josephine Hawthorne pushed her daughter away, asking in disbelief.
Hannah Hargrave pursed her lips in grievance, a tear rolling down with her words, "Nicholas... proposed to that bitch at the concert..."
Josephine suddenly turned to her husband, Henry Hargrave, "Grayson, is what Hannah said true?"
Henry squinted his eyes, pondering, but Josephine's shout brought him back to his senses. He raised his brows, took a deep breath, and uttered a syllable from his nose, "Hmm."
"Was it the concert that was live just now?" Josephine pointed at the television, continuing to ask in disbelief.
Henry turned his eyes over impatiently and said, "What else could it be!"
Josephine...
