Mrs. Bell's words slightly moved Cynthia Bell.
By the end, her eyes showed a hint of pain.
But she took a deep breath and stubbornly said, "Mom, I'm not leaving! I understand everything you're saying, but I just can't do it."
"I just like Phillip, I don't like anyone else. Phillip may be poor, but it's okay, we have hands and feet, can't we earn for ourselves? It's tough now, but it will definitely get better in the future."
"Mom, didn't you once say that you and Dad had it hard at the beginning too, but now it's better."
Mrs. Bell was startled, momentarily at a loss for words.
"Silly girl, the times are different, how can it be the same! You clearly don't have to suffer, so why insist on suffering! Besides, is making money that easy? Your Phillip, uneducated as he is, can he achieve anything?"
Phillip Green stood aside, silently listening, gradually clenching his teeth, his face a mask of pain.
At this moment, he only hated his own incompetence.
