“Blair!”
“Blair, are you alright?”
Martha and Beatrice ran in as fast as they could.
“Mom? Why are you here?”
Blair frowned and looked sternly at Tracey.
Tracey immediately waved her hands and shook her head. “I’m not the one who told her.”
Martha glared at Tracey and said harshly, “How could you not tell me when your brother is so heavily injured? If Beatrice hadn’t informed me in time, I’d still be in the dark.”
Tracey hurriedly explained, “Mom, I was just afraid you’ll be worried—”
“Are you afraid I’ll be worried or that I’ll blame Mable, that b*tch?! Hmph. You’re an ungrateful daughter indeed! You only know how to defend her. Is she the one who feeds and clothes you?”
Mable was just walking through the door when she heard Martha’s words. She subconsciously stopped in her tracks.
‘What does she mean by that?’
“Mom…”
Tracey bit her lip and looked at Martha with reddened eyes. She felt very aggrieved.
“Don’t call me that. I don’t have a daughter—”
“Enough!”
Blair shouted coldly and cut her off.
Martha knew Blair and Tracey were close as siblings. So, she was sensible and did not say anything further.
“Blair, I met Mable outside. Do you know how bold she is now? She even dared to hit me!”
Martha immediately complained about Mable’s “crime”.
“That’s right, Blair. Mable was so arrogant. She almost made Aunt Martha fall. Aunt Martha is her mother-in-law and an elder, after all. Yet, she was so disrespectful to Aunt Martha.”
Mable held her arms and leisurely leaned against the wall outside the ward. She did not go in.
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