Last night, Judith had gone home and pressed her son for answers again and again, but Steven had stubbornly refused to say a single word.
Early this morning, he had suddenly announced that he wanted to go through the divorce procedures.
How could that be allowed?
Divorce was absolutely out of the question.
In a panic, she had locked him inside the house and rushed straight to the factory to make a scene, hoping to force the leaders to step in and stop the divorce.
"My son is lying in bed at home and can't even get up," Judith said shamelessly, still sitting on the ground, her face devoid of any embarrassment.
Mary frowned, glanced around at the growing crowd, and said calmly, "If Steven is really injured that badly, why did you come here to make trouble? Why didn't you stay at home to take care of your son?"
