"Get out right now!" shouted Mrs. Tana as strong as possible.
Ayana sank to the floor bending her legs and crying. While Carlos could only remain silent and looked away. Mrs. Tana walked closer to Carlos. Her gaze was filled with surging emotion, anger, and hatred.
"I will never give my blessing to a jerk like you, no matter when!" Mrs. Tana kept cursing. She used her forefinger to point to Carlos's face. Carlos couldn't say anything because he was in so much pain. He put up with everything Mrs. Tana, who thinks he's low, did to him. Even worse than a pile of garbage!
"Why do you treat me like this, mom?" Carlos asked.
"Don't address me as, Mom! I am not your mom!"
"Do you hate me so much because I'm not as rich as Tristan?"
"Yes! You're right. Why ask again if you already know the answer?"
"Mom! That's enough!"