Viola Harris's body trembled slightly.
Amelia Clarke could not stand it anymore. "Aunt Wilson, as an elder, I shouldn't interfere with what you're saying, but the things you're saying are really too ugly. Forgive my bluntness, but rather than warning others here not to seduce your son and not to hurt your grandson, you might as well go home and keep a better eye on your son's legs so he stops harassing Viola at every turn, and while you're at it, manage your grandson's mother too, to stop her from come to the hospital looking for trouble for no reason."
It was then that Mrs. Wilson focused her gaze on Amelia Clarke's face, paused, and suddenly realized, "It's you." She recognized Amelia Clarke.
Mrs. Wilson's gaze returned to Viola Harris and she sneered, "Birds of a feather flock together, all dreaming of clinging to a wealthy man."
