"That's good enough for now..." Emma Smith sighed, knowing that if her mother had a say in her relationship with Robert Thomson, she would definitely be passed over.
As she was speaking, Mrs. Smith suddenly grabbed the phone: "Robert Thomson, listen up! If you ever wrong Emma, I'll kill you!"
"Auntie, how could I!" Robert Thomson immediately kowtowed, "You know how well I treat Emma and our child."
"What's the point of me knowing! The key is that your mother needs to know!" Mrs. Smith continued to put on airs in front of Robert, scolding him: "Robert, let me tell you, yesterday was the Little New Year! Emma is in her confinement, and the baby is just half a month old! In the end, your mother kicked her out. Even if she can't stand me, she shouldn't kick Emma and the baby away!"
Mrs. Smith spoke with increasing anger, especially when she thought of Emma holding the baby in the cold wind as she went down the mountain yesterday, her pitiful appearance made her even more furious.
