"Is the mistress pregnant? It looks like she's protecting her stomach."
This remark was like a spark that made Chelsea's face change dramatically, her fury instantly turning red-hot.
"Chelsea, your boyfriend seems to have a wandering eye—he's no good either!"
"Don't talk nonsense! He just made a mistake every man in the world makes! But this old woman seduced my husband first; she's unforgivable! Today, I'm going to tear her apart!"
Chelsea clearly trusted Philip, but I raised my hand and couldn't utter a word in explanation.
The onlookers clicked their tongues and teased her.
"Your husband must be rich! With things blowing up like this, you're still willing to trust him?"
Chelsea lifted her chin proudly.
"Of course! Philip and I have been together for three years, and our love is stronger than gold! His mom loves me to death! No one can break us apart! I believe my husband didn't mean to cheat; she seduced him!"
"If my mother-in-law were here, she'd support me and wouldn't let this old woman leave here alive! It's ridiculous that she's impersonating my mother-in-law! As if I wouldn't recognize my boyfriend's mom?"
Hearing Chelsea brag like this, the crowd grew even more curious.