"Miss, perhaps it would be best if you dismiss me now!" Yusuf Zuck stepped forward and greeted Ms. Fatty with a bow.
Ms. Fatty trembled all over, her flesh quivering uncontrollably. It was unclear if it was from anger or something else, but whenever her body moved, the chair creaked ominously.
Before Ms. Fatty could speak, the well-dressed lady of the second mother suddenly stood up. "Who do you think you are? You harbinger of doom, it was because of you that the master met his death, and you still dare..."
"Second Mother, I beg you to hold your tongue!" Suddenly, the plump young lady rose up furiously and said, "He is my husband by marital arrangement with my father, I have the right to reproach him, but you do not. There is no need for you to meddle in the affairs between my husband and me!"
"You..." The lady of the second mother was so angry that she pointed at Ms. Fatty and was unable to speak.
