Emma Smith laughed, "So, now that I've agreed not to see Robert, do you want to control which man I marry, get pregnant with, and have a child with?"
"Emma Smith!"
"I'm full." She stood up, having taken only one sip of the chicken soup in front of her. Mrs. Smith couldn't eat anymore after seeing her daughter's expression. Especially with Emma's noncommittal tone, it was enough to drive Mrs. Smith crazy!
"Emma!"
"Are you still going to keep me locked up? Locking me in my room?" Emma Smith turned and asked. Mrs. Smith was furious, but before she could speak, Emma said, "Let me go to the bathroom first. You're not going to lock me in there, are you?"
After being confronted like that, Mrs. Smith naturally couldn't continue to watch over her. Emma went straight to the bathroom and stayed inside for a few minutes. When she came out, she saw that Mrs. Smith was in the living room.
So, Emma quickly slipped into her room.
