"You want the villa in front of me? Your family is really interesting." Tommy couldn't help but mock them.
"How dare you speak to Grandma like that? Sharon, I'll teach you a lesson today!" Seeing that the situation was getting stranger and stranger, Hazel quickly took sides.
"You?" Sharon sneered, a rare disdainful smile on her face. "Have you forgotten how you kneeled down and begged me before? To put it nicely, you're a relative of my family. To put it bluntly, you're just a pitiful worm—as lowly as an ant."
"How dare you! Sharon, how dare you!?" Madam Harris shouted again, her voice very stern. "I'm telling you—kneel down and kowtow to apologize immediately. Our family can still move to this villa. This time, I'll forgive you. Otherwise, I'll make Wallace divorce you now, and you'll be a b*stard from the Harris family! When you're on the streets, you'll be begging for death. Let's see what you'll do!"
