"Snort," Julissa bent down to pick up a photo on the ground, saying, "Just because of this?"
She looked around, visage coy and amused, "I'm quite curious. Who took this photo?"
"You've such a terrible reputation outside, you must have offended someone!"
Madam Brisman blurted out without a second thought: "All of us, as mothers, wouldn't we do anything for our children? You knew full well that 'Harley' is allergic to peaches, yet you poisoned him! You wanted him dead! Now you've locked him in such a dark, tiny room to let him get sick! How could I have a daughter like you!"
Madam Brisman was in tears; her body trembling with fury, "How you mistreat and despise me at home, l've borne with all of it. But Harley is just three years old!"
The surrounding ladies gasped inwardly in shock.
"Not only does she abuse her child at her husband's home, but also her mother at her own home?"
"Absolutely disgraceful!"
Everyone sympathized with poor Madam Brisman and Madam Harvey.
