Victoria Talkington: "..."
Hank Clegg: "..."
God, are these two impish children really theirs?
Hank Clegg was dead set against believing that unstable elements could possibly exist in his own genes.
"It must be a problem with your genes!" The moment the car door closed, he said to Victoria almost spitefully.
"How could such a normal and ordinary person like me possibly have problematic genes?" Victoria would never admit it, she quickly retorted, "Usually, problems occur in those born inherently human like you. Monsters such as you, full of mutant cells, are the ones who would give birth to such bizarre creatures."
Hank Clegg sneered at Victoria, "Indeed, a monster's offspring are monsters."
Victoria was about to explode, "What do you mean? Are you implying that I'm a monster? How could I possibly give birth to such... such..."
She was running out of words.
Please! What mother would curse her own children like this?
