Tang Xiaonan furrowed her brow, feeling quite frustrated. When Adrian Hawthorne was being ganged up on by the Golding family just now, all Rosalind Green did was stand by and cry, completely useless. 'They say motherhood makes you strong, but how could this Rosalind Green be so pathetic!'
"Aunt Green, please stop crying. Mr. Hawthorne and I aren't even crying."
'And we're the ones who are hurt! Our faces are throbbing, but this woman isn't even injured. What in the world does she have to cry about!'
'I really don't understand how Adrian Hawthorne's father could have married such an emotional, delicate woman. She was a looker, sure, but she's utterly impractical. And fine, he married her. But to know your wife is the kind of beauty that could be a femme fatale and still leave this helpless woman in the care of your eight-year-old son... Wasn't he afraid he'd end up losing them both?'
