"I was downstairs the whole time and didn't go upstairs. If I had gone upstairs, I would've known the child had a fever..."
"Fine, I won't say you didn't take care of the child, but let's talk about your financial situation now. Are you planning to let my grandson suffer with you in the future?"
Rebecca Quentin lowered her gaze, biting her lip, "I won't let him suffer."
"You are making the child suffer by staying with you!!"
Rebecca Quentin's eyes reddened, and she choked out, "I don't have the financial ability now, but that doesn't mean I won't in the future."
Mrs. Geoffrey pressed aggressively, "What financial ability will you have in the future, relying on marrying someone? Humph, what well-off man would want to marry you and your little burden? Even if someone does marry you, who knows what kind of abuse my grandson will suffer in that family."
"I don't necessarily need to marry someone to have financial ability."
