"…"
Hillary stared at Mia incredulously.
She even suspected whether she had misheard just now. What was that heartless little wench saying? Did she not feel even the slightest bit of reluctance to part with her?
She clenched her fists. "What did you say, Mia?"
Mia met her eyes and repeated timidly, "I'll be a good girl, Mommy. You don't have to worry about me."
"…"
Hillary felt a wave of frustration that she simply couldn't get off her chest. The look in her eyes gradually turned menacing. She wanted to lose her temper and make a scene, but when she saw the man seated on the sofa, she ultimately suppressed the urge.
As expected, those unrelated by blood would never be faithful!
She had never dared to treat her unkindly all these years—or at least, she hadn't dared to abuse her, lest Joel discovers it. All she had done was complain that Mia wasn't a boy and even so, Joel had given her a warning.
