After all, I got time to deal with her. Sooner or later, she would be defeated by me.
I took half a cup of boiling water, carefully pinched the rim of the cup with my hand, and handed it to Dylan.
I signaled him to feed Mary.
Dylan held the scalding hot cup defenselessly, let out a strange cry, and threw the cup away.
He fell right on Mary, and her tender thighs instantly turned red, and blisters formed.
I said first, "Dylan, how could you hurt your wife? Don't you know that pregnant women are delicate?"
Mary's face was twisted in pain, but she forced a smile and said it was okay.
Then she spoke, "Then, our marriage..."
The phone suddenly rang.
I interrupted Mary and said I had to take a call first.
After exchanging a few pleasantries with the person on the other end of the phone, I looked serious.
"What did you say? If he can't offer the house, what will happen to my money?"
"You have no choice but to wait for him? What do you mean by that?"
"Hello? Hello?"
After the call was hung up, I threw the phone on the table, secretly pinched my thigh, and my eyes suddenly turned red.
Dylan sighed and asked dissatisfiedly, "What's going on? You're making such a fuss."