If it were in the past, I might have been soft-hearted. After all, she had just lost her son and was in a bad mental state.
But now, I knew the family.
I told her directly.
"Okay. Nobody cares about you."
None of them wished me well.
At this moment, she wanted me to stop the wedding. No way.
"Do you agree or not? If you promise me, I'll get up."
Sara waited for a long time. When she saw that I had no intention of coaxing her, she lost her patience.
"You can sit for a while. I think you like that."
My words made Sara so angry that her face turned red. She got up from the ground, patted the dust on her body, and shouted.
"Is this how your parents taught you to talk to elders?"
I sneered, "Even elders can be good or bad. You don't deserve my respect."
Sara was not an easy person to deal with.
She had always looked down on me ever since I married to her son.
Sara thought I was not pretty, and my family was poor.
She didn't think I was good enough for Bob Sims.
She made things difficult for me in every way and often spoke ill of me in front of her son.
When my ex-husband, Bob, died, I was already several months pregnant.
Bob was Sara's only son.