"Why did you have a C-section anyway? Now you can only give birth again after three years. Why? Why did you do that? Women nowadays are so delicate. Back then..."
"You can give birth as many times as you want. I don't care," I interrupted Lane. "But you don't get to judge me."
"How could you talk to me like this? I'm your elder! Where are your manners? Show some respect!"
"You don't deserve my respect!"
I continued to retort without giving in.
Maxwell came over and held my hand. "Thea, don't talk back. It's been hard for my mom."
"And it's been easy for me?" I broke free from his hand. "You better shut up, or I'll divorce you when I go back!"
Looking at Maxwell wiping his sweat, I gritted my teeth and said fiercely, "You won't get anything, including the baby, the house, and the money!"
Maxwell and Lane both fell silent.
Only then did I feel better. I rested for a while and told Maxwell that I wanted to book a confinement center, asking him to handle it as soon as possible.
Maxwell frowned and said, "Then... The carer my mom hired..."
"Ask Lane if she has dismissed her."
Maxwell was surprised. The expression on his face seemed to ask me how did I know.