Irene looked down on him. "Are you stupid? Didn't I just say that Mr. Stanley's son has polio!"
"He's a cripple!"
"His mouth and eyes are crooked, and his facial features are all twisted!"
"For a disgusting thing like him to marry you..."
Irene could have said something even more vicious.
"Shut up!"
A fierce shout came from behind Irene.
Irene turned around.
She saw Maxwell standing there with an ashen face and Mr. Stanley standing beside Maxwell. At this moment, his face was even uglier than before.
"Dad, Mr. Stanley, I just..."
Irene wanted to explain, but she didn't know how to.
In the end, Maxwell looked at Mr. Stanley and said apologetically, "A child's mouth doesn't have a filter. She just quarreled with her sister, so she said nonsense."
"Mr. Stanley, please don't take this matter to heart."
Mr. Stanley snorted coldly.
