Leanne Richards was both angry and resentful.
In this world, is there anyone who has failed more miserably as a mother than she has?
Her son doesn't listen to her, and now she can't even discipline her daughter-in-law.
Why! Why!
Harry wasn't like this before. Although he wasn't close to her before, he never treated her like this.
It's all because of that bitch Helen Melendy. Ever since that bitch started dating her son, her son has changed.
This cripple is nothing but trouble. Why did she have to wake up? It would have been better if she'd slept until she died.
Leanne Richards' eyes filled with a sinister look, making her appear especially frightening.
Back in the room, she heard Helen Melendy softly sigh.
Harry Hall sat next to her, with a hint of worry in his eyes. "What's wrong?"
Helen Melendy lifted her eyelids to look at him, sighed again, and said:
"I feel like if you were an ancient Emperor, I would be the legendary femme fatale."
