It's All Your Fault

Mrs. Wilson placed the fruit plate in front of Maria.

"Don't be so anxious, Maria. Be patient."

"Patient?" Maria raised her voice. "Am I not patient enough? How long has it been? It has been almost the entire day since morning, my mother."

"Even if it was a snail, it would have been enough time for it to finish a marathon." Sharp, mean words poured out of Maria's mouth.

Her lips, which were covered in pink lipstick, looked vicious.

Mrs. Wilson glanced at the time and found that it had indeed been a long time. For some reason, her heart suddenly started pounding very quickly, as if something bad had happened.

This bad feeling made Mrs. Wilson's eyelids twitch nervously.

Looking at the angry Maria, Mrs. Wilson slowly said, "My daughter, you're a lady. Don't be so hot-tempered. I'll call Charles and see how he is doing."