Julia Bluen turned her head away, once again dodging Phoebe Rogers's hand, leaving it hanging awkwardly in mid-air. She then stood up and sat down next to Mila Anderson. Mila had stopped filing her nails when Julia returned. Bored and unable to go out to play cards, she had resorted to grooming her nails, having worked on them for the entire day.
"Mom, I bought these supplements for you; they're really suitable for someone your age," Julia said with a smile as she handed the boxes of supplements to Mila Anderson, choosing to ignore Phoebe Rogers's provocation entirely.
Had it not been for giving James Horne some respect, she wouldn't have wanted to lay eyes on Phoebe Rogers at all.
Mila accepted the boxes with a faint smile. "Mom knows you're filial," she said, still smiling.
In front of Phoebe Rogers, the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law behaved as if the mother-in-law was as affectionate as a biological mother, and the daughter-in-law as devoted as a biological daughter.
