Jodelle never thought things would turn out this stiffly.
Unexpectedly, not only did it reach this point, but it also led to a physical confrontation.
Once it got physical, the nature of the situation completely changed.
Looking at the look in Wolcott's eyes, Jodelle ultimately chose to leave.
Aunt Rong was a bit apologetic, saying, "I'm sorry. Old Rong had some drinks before he came and was a bit drunk. He didn't mean to hit you."
"Drunk?" Rosalie roared with red eyes: "His words were so clear and systematic. You can't just walk away after hitting someone!
Someone, stop them, arrest them, and take them to the police station!"
"I'm afraid, you do not have this right," Cerillo looked down at them, sneering, "This is our family matters, unrelated to you, Madam Liang, isn't it?"
Rosalie's face became even darker, her voice trembling, "Cerillo, I know you dislike me, but your father is still your father. You might disregard me, but your father has always favored you..."
