Mary's eyes suddenly flared with a bright light as if she had spotted redemption.
Ellis also tensed abruptly, turning around.
He saw Uncle Olsen striding in, standing in front of them.
Ellis clenched his fists. The usually headstrong man now looked as if he was greatly aggrieved, and he softly called out, "Uncle."
Uncle Olsen furrowed his brows.
Mr. and Mrs. Olsen rushed in as well. Upon seeing them, Mrs. Olsen immediately said, "Ellis, what on earth is going on?! Mary, is the child really Ellis's?"
Mary gave a wry smile upon hearing this.
She looked at Ellis, her fists tightly clenched. "It's his."
Ellis bellowed with rage. "Shut up!"
Even at this point, Mary still insisted the child was his... Did she have no regard for dignity and just want to escape today's ordeal?!
Was the child really that important to her?!
Mrs. Olsen, listening to their exchange, couldn't help frowning. "Ellis, is the child yours or not?!"
