The anger on his face had subsided a bit, but the oppressive atmosphere around him had not yet dissipated.
Helen Melendy gave Harry Hall a cold look, her face revealing a hint of mockery, "What about your precious mother, huh?"
She thought his annoyance was because she called his mother a piece of work and, with a cold laugh in her heart, held back for a while but eventually couldn't resist saying:
"Do you think your mom is sick? Did I eat her family's rice, or did I occupy their land? Why is she always causing me trouble?"
Harry's face was dark and grim as he watched Helen Melendy for a long time before finally saying, "My mom's been causing you trouble?"
"What do you think?"
