In the face of my sad roar, Wilson's face turned pale.
At this moment, the crying Yvonne also walked into the hall, crying pitifully, "Queenie, even if you want me to stop contacting Wilson, even if you want to keep him by your side, there's no need to use such means, right?
"I really misjudged you. I didn't expect you to curse your own mother to have a car accident, and even forged Aunt's portrait and urn. If Aunt knew about this, how sad she would be?
"Or is it that you and Aunt actually planned this? You just let Aunt hide for a while and use this method to make Wilson feel guilty, so that it'll completely cut off the contact between him and me?
"Queenie, you and Aunt don't need to bother to do this. I can just leave, ok?"
"Woo woo..."
After saying these words, Yvonne cried as if she had been greatly wronged, gasping for breath.
I was burning with anger and wanted to tear her mouth apart.
This bitch did it on purpose. After she said that, it seemed like my mom and I had conspired to deceive Wilson.
Of course, Wilson obviously believed Yvonne's words and looked at me and the urn of ashes of my mom with some suspicion.