Paula grabbed her hand and comforted her. "Don't worry, Brielle. Today I am without her, she is without me. I will definitely give you a decent explanation."
If I had known what she was going to say at that time, I would have poured a bottle of boiling water over her from head to toe.
After that, Paula glanced at me and said, "You, sit down and let's talk."
Christopher and I had been together for ten years. This was the first sentence that his mother said to me in a normal tone.
In front of the coffee table, Brielle and I sat side by side.
Paula only scrutinized my face and spoke in a condescending tone, "I'm not a person who doesn't know what's good or bad. How about this? You and Brielle both give birth to the child. Whoever has a boy, she will marry my son and become part of the Hunt Family."
Seeing that I did not say anything, she added. "We don't want girls. They will be spilled like water in the future."
I sneered, then got up, picked up my bag and left.
Christopher chased after me and desperately begged me not to leave. Meanwhile, Brielle's cries were getting louder and louder from inside the house.