Livia bit her lower lip, trying desperately to keep tears from flowing from her eyes.
"What's going on, how can you yell at your pregnant wife like that?" Paula exclaimed from the entryway, holding a luggage . One of the maids approached her and took the luggage.
When Paula approached Santiago, he averted his gaze and sat back on the sofa, while Livia whimpered and embraced Paula.
"Please, Mother, help me talk some sense into him," Livia begged.
Paula hugged her and murmured, "It's okay, dear, calm down."
Santiago leaned back in the sofa, ignoring the two.
"Why are you comparing her to Lola?" Paula sighed and shook her head. "If you didn't want Livia by your side, you shouldn't have divorced Lola, but you did, and now Livia is your wife, so forget about Lola and focus on your pregnant wife."
