"Why don't you take action, Mommy? You should kick all those people out, so no one dares to spread rumors in the future," Mireille said discontentedly.
Her daughter's words made Grace Yowell even more anxious and confused, "Alright, stop talking. I told you to behave, so just behave yourself. Why does a child need to say so much?"
Mireille widened her eyes, "Could it be that you really are a fraud, Mommy?"
This sentence seemed to touch Grace Yowell's explosive point, and the repression she had been feeling for days suddenly erupted towards her daughter, "Yes, your mommy is a fraud. If it weren't for me, this fraud, how could we have the good life we do now? We'd still be living in a shabby and old house, struggling every day! You wouldn't be wearing such pretty dresses, dressed up like a little princess every day. I bet you'd be living a life worse than the servants' children."
