Clara Brown could feel the angry aura emanating from Mia Garcia.
"Mia, don't blame me for being harsh," Clara said with some sadness, "I'm not doing this for myself. Without me looking out for my interests, no one else will. I'm your mother, and it's only because I have no other choice that I'm thinking of securing my livelihood through you, and that's under the condition that you're unwilling to help."
"Not help you?" Mia retorted coldly, "If I weren't helping you, I'd have let you starve to death. I wouldn't even have mentioned giving you living expenses. Your so-called lack of help is just because you think I haven't helped you live an upper-class life."
Mia had now completely seen through Clara, "When did you take those videos? How can you expect me to believe you actually have them on hand?"
"I have just two videos, they're not very long— one is two minutes, the other is five. If you don't believe me, I can send them to your phone in a bit," Clara responded.