"Mom, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have…" She grabbed her hand, delicate brows tightly knitted.
Julia Anderson let out a cold laugh, gave her a look, her face showing hurt. "No need to apologize. You're right, I do care about family background and status. On this point, I will never compromise, because I don't want to see my daughter suffer! ..."
Julia Anderson's tone was hard and cold. After speaking, she walked out without looking back. Fiona Schmidt stood where she was, feeling very heavy inside.
She felt a bit dizzy. After walking to the sofa at the side and sitting down, she held her head in both hands, staring at the carpet without saying a word.
Emma Benson and Walter Schmidt exchanged a look. The two of them couldn't say much either, so they walked over and sat to keep her company.
