"Bang!"
With a crisp sound, Mrs. Astir knew that her vase had been shattered again.
"What do you think you are to dare to lecture me! If you have the guts, don't ask me for help!" The wall had good sound insulation, but Yetta Astir's roaring voice still penetrated through.
Standing at the door, Mrs. Astir looked at some ceramic fragments under her feet, frowned, hesitated for a moment, and stepped in.
"Didn't I say I'm not eating? You..." Yetta thought it was the housekeeper bringing her something, but when she turned her head and saw Mrs. Astir walk in, she called out weakly: "Mom!"
Mrs. Astir picked up a pillow from the floor, walked to Yetta, and gently asked, "What happened? Did Little Jaak bully you?"
"Who else could it be?" Yetta thought of Basil Jaak siding with Lydia White and couldn't help but respond with an angry hum.
Hearing Yetta's words, Mrs. Astir's face changed instantly, and she anxiously asked: "Are you hurt?"
