Leanne Richards finished saying this, and heard Harry Hall laugh.
But this laugh did nothing to calm her unease. When she looked up, she found that although her son was smiling, there was a chilling coldness in his eyes.
Leanne Richards folded her hands tighter together.
"How was she talking back? Tell me and let me hear."
Leanne was eager to speak, but found she couldn't even fabricate a story.
Many of the servants were watching and listening last night.
She could silence all the servants, but she couldn't threaten Jane.
She finally understood why Harry Hall's tone remained so gentle; he was guiding her to bring up last night's event.
She was so angry that she gritted her teeth but didn't dare to lose her temper at Harry Hall.
"Don't want to speak anymore? Didn't you say Helen was talking back? Let me hear how my wife talked back to my mother."
The calmness in Harry Hall's eyes was now tinged with clear mockery.
