Blue veins stood out on Mary's forehead. Did Hazel want to rebel? It seemed that she couldn't just use soft measures, which would only make Hazel complacent and want to ride roughshod over her mother-in-law. When necessary, she had to use tough methods.
Looking at the anger on her face, a malicious smile quietly fell from the corner of Leila's mouth.
On the second day, Mary specially told the kitchen not to cook for Hazel. Her lunch and dinner must be the same as the other two.
Hearing this, Zac frowned and said, "Mommy, you misunderstood. These are not prepared for Hazel, but for my unborn child." "We are not sure if itis your child now." Mary rolled her eyes at her son. He couldn't tell right from wrong for this woman.
"Don't mind the nonsense outside. Of course the child is mine." Zac said firmly.
