"Jerlina! Jerlina!" Emma slammed the table with her fisted hand. Her entire face twitched and her reddened eyes widened. "Is that all you care about? What is so special about her?"
Emma shouted and stood up. Jeremy wondered if she would leave but Emma walked to the balcony. It was a big balcony that is twenty feet wide. There used to be nothing there before but now his wife brought some planters with some flowering plants. She wanted him to have something "fresh" to look at.
He gritted his teeth seeing Emma plucking the leaves of the plant beside the door. She truly has no consideration for anything. Nothing is sacred for her, except…
Well, nothing is of value in the eyes of Emma, except herself, perhaps?
"Is that why you hate her? Because she is special?" Jeremy redirected Emma back to the topic.
