Rage ignited within me and I couldn't hold back my anger. I shouted at the little girl, "Who gave you permission to touch my things?"
The little girl turned around and burst into tears.
"Kelly Taylor, what do you think you’re doing?" a cold voice sounded behind me. When I turned around, I saw Mario and his ex-wife, Lilith Palmer.
Lilith was dressed in a sleek black Chanel-style outfit, her figure curvaceous and flawless. She was nothing like a woman who had given birth.
Mario's words from earlier echoed in my head. My mind raced as I remembered what he had said at that time, about the fact that Lilith refused to have another baby to maintain her figure. My breath stuck in my chest.
Lilith glanced at me indifferently. As she walked past, she deliberately tilted her neck to reveal fresh red kiss marks on her porcelain skin.
I gritted my teeth, my fingers tightened around my baby. My heart filled with all kinds of feelings.
"Tara, don’t cry. Mommy’s here."
"Mommy won’t let anyone bully you."