This time, I sided with Lane. But I still preferred to listen to Maxwell and Lane quarrel.
Neither of them was a good person, and it was quite exciting to listen to their quarrel.
I didn't get to hear what the rest of the quarrel was about, because the sound of many things being smashed in the house kept ringing out.
Those included Lane's favorite tableware and the phone she used to contact that old man.
It was enough to make her feel bitter for a while.
After Maxwell went to work, Lane couldn't hold it anymore and started cursing at me while pointing at me.
I heard words like "bitch" and "whore".
This time, I wouldn't go soft.
I walked up to Lane with my baby in my arms and threw the diaper I had just changed which was already used at her face.
Lane retched, pinched her nose, and pointed at me again.
I said, "Good for you, Lane. You're already so old, yet you're still so slutty. You brought that man here? In my house? Do you have a mirror? Look at yourself!
"If you wanna see him, see him outside! Don't do it here! You disgust me!"
Lane snorted a few times but couldn't utter a word.
Then she went to the kitchen and started smashing things.