"You bitchy whore! How dare you threaten us with your child? Do you think we will cower because of that unborn child?
"If it wasn't for you, would I be humiliated in public? I lost my face because an orphan got the right to point a finger at me. And it was all because you keep whoring around my son.
"Who knows if it belongs to my son. It could be some other man's offspring. Well, it's a bastard either way."
Vincent's mother scoffed and looked away.
No one saw Betty's eyes flash with hatred for a second.
She lowered her head and controlled her emotions.
'No, I shouldn't get too emotional. I have to take care of Arthur and my child. I have to make sure my son will be born healthy,' she said in her mind.
"I'll talk to her," Vincent said. "I'll apologize to her and we'll hold our wedding on the date we've arranged it. I'll show my sincerity."
