Mrs. Sinclair furrowed her brows, "Since you care so much for Bella Acker, you should understand the pain of losing my son. Get up, there's no point discussing this."
"Mrs. Sinclair, I don't have much ability; I can only kneel like this to beg you," Aunt Sienna pleaded. "I hope you give these two children another chance."
"Are you trying to use morality to manipulate me?" Mrs. Sinclair's frown deepened, "You're kneeling here; everyone can see. If I don't agree, you won't stand up; what will others think of me? You're trying to force me to agree, aren't you?"
"Mrs. Sinclair, please don't misunderstand, that's not my intention." Aunt Sienna had no choice but to prop herself on the table's edge to stand up. "Mrs. Sinclair, I simply wish to ask you to give the two children another chance, not to pressure you."
"I have already told you, there's no need to discuss this further," Mrs. Sinclair said with a composed face. "Besides, my son is already a father and will soon be married."
