She sat cross-legged on the sofa worth hundreds of thousands of dollars and said to the relatives she brought with her, "Oh, it's you, Stella, the infertile bitch."
"What's the use of being rich? She can't even conceive.
"She and Max have been married for more than three months, but she is still not pregnant. Who knows if it's because she was promiscuous before marriage and has become infertile?"
"Max shouldn't have married her."
Olivia's relatives started speaking caustically.
Seeing that I was silent, Olivia thumped the table, stood up, and pointed at me. She shouted, "Are you dumb? We are all your elders, and you didn't even greet us. I'm warning you, Stella. If you don't serve us well, I will let Max divorce you!"
"Stella, don't be ungrateful. No man wants a divorced woman."
"That's right. If she is divorced, she is an abandoned woman."
"You are wrong. Is she pure now? It's said that rich girls are promiscuous. I guess she might have aborted children before."
Max's aunts were eating desserts while slandering me.
Linda was so angry that she pointed at them and retorted, "How can you talk like that? Stella has been excellent since she was young. How dare you slander her?"