Elara Don felt warm inside when she heard the little one's childish voice.
As she wondered how these two little ones would vent her anger, she heard a ripping sound.
It was the sound of fabric tearing.
Elara Don looked in the direction of the sound and saw Victoria Don standing up, the sound coming from beneath her.
Victoria Don was wearing white casual pants, so did her pants rip?
"Pfft! Auntie, you're so shameless, how can you take off your pants in front of so many people?"
Bea covered her mouth and laughed.
"Brother, you need to be polite, don't gloat, clearly this was forced upon Auntie."
Dominic Hawke scolded Bea with a serious tone.
"Hmph, indeed one shouldn't do bad things. If she hadn't tried to take Mom's chair, she wouldn't have embarrassed herself. This is the consequence of a cuckoo taking over a magpie's nest."
Bea snorted coldly, watching Victoria Don frantically cover herself, her little face stern, just like Damon Hawke.
