"Does Ian spend his time reading these mindless storybooks?" Renee Jennings asked.
Naomi Kenway glanced at her. "He likes fairy tales."
Renee Jennings looked disapproving. "Nina, that's where you're wrong. What kid nowadays isn't multi-talented? You let Ian read this mindless stuff all day, and he won't get any smarter. Children have no self-control. We have to watch them more closely."
Renee Jennings straightened her back, as if she had finally found an area where she could completely crush Naomi Kenway. "I can't speak for other things, but when it comes to raising children, I'm quite experienced. Mona's wall of awards is the best proof of that."
"Can't speak for other things?" Naomi Kenway said with a smile. "Seems to me you're speaking quite boldly now."
Renee Jennings's smile froze. She hadn't expected Naomi Kenway to be so blatant in her disrespect, especially on camera.
Her expression turned cold. "Nina, what do you mean by that?"
