"You! You! You!" The middle-aged rich woman was nearly breathless with anger, "This is a matter of the Miller Family; it's none of your business! Are you Jane Sampson? Hand over the child to me, or I'll make sure you can't get away with it!"
Jane Sampson was just about to open her mouth to ridicule this old witch and ask her what she planned to do. Suddenly, a middle-aged bald man, huffing and puffing as though he were several months pregnant, hurried over.
"You stupid woman, hurry and come home with me. Stop making a fool of yourself here!" The man furiously cursed, lifting his hand to quickly slap the middle-aged rich woman's face to stop her from saying anything she shouldn't. Then he pulled her all the way to the hotel's exit.
Following that, the sound of bickering and hitting between the woman and middle-aged man could be heard as they seemed to fight right at the doorway after leaving.
