Rebecca narrowed her eyes, her lips pressing into a thin line.
Grace's face, on the other hand, was red with unreleased anger.
"Miss Elaine, I'd suggest you focus on your daughter as well," she said calmly, playing with her nails. "In the latest news, I heard that she was in and out of jail thrice this week."
The woman called Elaine clenched her fists, taking deep breaths.
Then—
She laughed... mirthlessly.
"I heard that your daughter lost her memories." She cocked her head to one side, "I wonder how true that is."
Rebecca studied the older lady. She seemed to be in the same age bracket as her mom.
That was not the only feature she observed. The woman's hostility was permanently etched on her face. Her full lips were curved into a sneer.
One glance at her, Rebecca concluded that she didn't like the woman.
She tugged on Grace's arms just as Grace was about to retort.
"Mom," she shook her head, "don't. We didn't come here for this."
