Grace Yowell said, and even asked her daughter, "Mireille, isn't that right?"
Mireille Yowell now had a few scratch marks on her face, her eyes moist, looking like she was about to cry, appearing quite pitiful, "Yes, I didn't want to hit anyone, I just wanted to say a few words."
Mabel Quinn coldly watched the performance of this mother and daughter; Grace Yowell was one thing, but now even this little girl was clearly influenced by their teachings. This kind of education was teaching children to lie with their eyes wide open and how to frame others.
"Grace Yowell, even if you've changed your identity, it seems you haven't made much progress. Teaching your daughter like this will eventually ruin her too!" Mabel Quinn said, "Moreover, I don't think my daughter has done anything wrong. If someone protects her and gets hurt in the process, and she does nothing but stand by, I think that is wrong!"
And when she uttered the name "Grace Yowell," whispers began again.
