"I'm your mother! Bailey, look at me! How could you say such a thing? You're my child, Bailey, how could you frame your mother like this?!" She rushed towards Bailey like a madwoman, only to be stopped by the police.
"Isabelle, look at yourself. You've done so many wrongs; even your own son doesn't want to acknowledge you now." Gillian Thompson, who'd been sitting nearby, mocked her with a brilliant smile.
She thoroughly enjoyed today's drama.
Although she didn't like Molly Walker, she found Isabelle even more repulsive.
She hadn't expected Isabelle's five-year-old child to turn against his own mother. It was truly a laughing matter.
Isabelle seemed not to hear her words, directing all her hatred towards Bailey.
"Bailey, do you want me to die?!" She collapsed to the floor, sobbing uncontrollably. "I'll be executed; I'll die! How could you treat me like this, Bailey? You're my son!"
Bailey suddenly rushed into Molly's arms, trembling with fear.
