Speechless, Felicia could only clench her fist even harder as she glared at Monica.
"Don't you dare talk to me like that," she bites out. "And you," she moved her glaring to Erika. "You'd better give me back my son," she demanded.
"Your son? Didn't you hear all that I've said just a moment ago? Your son is in the orphanage, waiting for someone to adopt him. All you have to do is go there and adopt him," Erika replied with a smirk, knowing fully well that Felicia wouldn't dare to do that if she didn't want to get caught.
"You…" Felicia snaps, but no word can come out of her mouth anymore. She's run out of insults.
"Why are we even wasting time here talking to this witch? Let me call Felix and inform him that we have a gate-crashing guest," said Monica, and without wasting a second, she brought out her phone and intended to dial Felix's number.
Seeing that Monica was going to do what she said she would do, Felicia panicked.
