The old Mrs. Morgan didn't even spare half a glance at Claire Lynch, treating her like air, and glanced coolly at Miles Morgan, who was looking at her with eyes full of resentment, giving him two choices coldly: "Miles, you are the son I bore for ten months."
"I give you two options: one is to have a second child with your wife, and I'll keep Sandra Morgan's life. The other is to find another wife, and I'll give this useless mother and daughter a decent status, considering we've lived together for so many years, and find them a suitable place to live."
Claire Lynch's nails dug into her skin, and if Miles Morgan hadn't been holding her hand tightly to prevent her from acting impulsively, she would have pointed her finger at this old hag's nose and cursed her after hearing such heartless words!
How could this old hag say such cold and heartless words?
They mother and daughter had lived under the same roof with her for over twenty years, not just twenty hours!
