Mrs. Young sat down, full of disdain, "Don't pretend to be oblivious with me. Do you really not know what I'm here to say? Don't use my son to threaten me. I'm his mum, I came to him, and I don't believe he would dare to kick me out."
Nell Harris lowered her head. She understood why Mrs. Young disliked her, but... she really couldn't stand her overbearing attitude.
Since no matter how much she humbled herself with kind words, the other party showed no appreciation and wouldn't give her a smile, there was no need to deliberately please her anymore.
Nell Harris lifted her head, a faint smile playing on her lips, "What you said, how would I know what you want to say? I'm not you, and furthermore, how would I dare to threaten you? I'm speaking the truth. Dylan won't stay outside for long. If you don't want him to know you were here, best be brief. What exactly do you want to say to me? As for whether Dylan will drive you out, that's his business, how would I know?"
