Upon seeing her mother's demeanor, Emma Smith knew all too well—her mother's authoritative persona as an educational instructor was making an appearance once again! Back then, with just a raised eyebrow, a stamp of her foot, and a tilt of her head, she frightened many mischievous students.
"Mom..." Emma's heart sank as she brought up Robert Thomson, "I don't want to talk about him."
"How can we not?" Mrs. Smith, noticing her daughter's disheartened expression, immediately wished she could tear that despicable man to shreds!
"Tell me, who could be that shameless? Even if it costs me my face, I shall demand justice for you!"
Emma didn't want to talk about it, but it seemed like her mother suddenly remembered something and whispered, "He... is he a married man?"
If her daughter were a mistress, then she wouldn't have the nerve to face people.
"No." Emma shook her head. She had read some newspapers during this period and hadn't heard any news about Robert's wedding.
