His heart, however, was seriously biased towards Pheobe Rogers.
"Gian Horne!" Mila Anderson was so angry her chest ached.
"Dad." Julia Bluen stepped in front of Mila Anderson. She puffed out her chest and stood straight, her tall, slender frame seeming to tower over Gian Horne, as if she were even taller than him. Her face took on a stern expression. A fiery anger tinged her almond-shaped eyes as she looked at Gian Horne and smiled faintly, a beautiful smile dripping with irony. "Dad, who do you think loses face when a wife encounters the mistress? Who has the right to be angry? Who doesn't? Who has the right to reprimand? You say she's losing face; may I ask how Mom lost face?"
This was a problem between her parents-in-law, and she hadn't wanted to interfere, but her father-in-law's blatant bias made her unable to stop herself from speaking up for her mother-in-law.
