Seeing more and more people gathered around, I suddenly stood up, grabbed her fancy scarf, and snapped, "I'm not a competent mother? I give you 5,000 dollars a month to take care of Ashton, but why don't you tell everyone how you take care of your grandson? You ended up in an old man's arms!
"Ashton has been sick three times this month, and I have been the only one taking care of him each time. Where were you and his 'competent' father?"
Seeing that she couldn't break free, Lamia began to cry at the top of her lungs, complaining how miserable her life was.
I snatched her phone, opened WhatsApp, and exclaimed, "You have a miserable life? You are admired by so many old men, yet you dare to say that?
"Lamia, I have to say that you are still as charming as ever. There are at least five men in this chat list. You caused the death of your husband back then, and now you lost your grandson.
"It is a great misfortune for the Bates family to have a woman like you."
The onlookers burst into laughter. Seeing that the situation was against her, Lamia grabbed the phone and ran out.
After the crowd gradually dispersed, I sat in my seat with mixed feelings.