Listening to her daughter Mia Garcia's tone, Clara Brown felt a chill in her heart.
"Mia, am I just asking a question, and you want to turn against your mother?"
Mia Garcia looked at Clara Brown with a hint of displeasure and said, "Mom, it's not that I want to turn against you, but you are forcing me to. Do mothers have such suspicions of their own daughters? Do they want their own daughters to fare badly? Why do you make me feel this way?"
"As God is my witness, I naturally wish you well. I am just suspicious, that's all. You need to know that there's still a bottle of red wine you gave me that I haven't drunk. If I hand this red wine over to the Police Station and then propose to test it against the medicine that your Uncle Lee always takes, to see if there is any foul play, it would certainly be detected," Clara Brown said through clenched teeth, her eyes fixed on Amelia Wilson.
