The Bow family's living room was a complete mess, with porcelain and glass shards scattered everywhere, along with smashed furniture and valuable paintings.
With a loud bang, yet another antique vase was hurled to the ground.
Madam Bow cried her heart out, "Frank Bowen, you heartless bastard, carrying on outside every day, and then coming home to take it out on us, mother and daughter. Do you really think Emma is easy to bully?"
"You crazy woman, have you got some nerve, yelling at me? What's wrong with me finding another woman? Look at yourself now, old and ugly, enough to make any man sick. It's a mercy I haven't divorced you already. And you have the nerve to meddle in my affairs?"
"Frank Bowen, do you have any conscience left? How did you promise my parents back then? Now that you've made money, are all those vows forgotten?"
Emma broke down in tears, "If it weren't for me working my fingers to the bone early on, would I be like this today?"