"Mrs. Crompton."
Terrence stopped and looked at Rosse with a cold gaze.
"I think I have shown enough respect to you."
"Terrence, what do you mean?"
"It's just a rumor that she doesn't have much time left." Terrence said indifferently, "But I'm cruel and merciless. This is not a rumor."
Rosse's face suddenly flashed with embarrassment, and she was a little awkward.
And Terrence did not intend to make her feel better at all.
"How many times have you hurt my wife today? What is your purpose?" Terrence stared at Rosse. "Or do you think you are qualified to control my thoughts?"
"Of course, I don't mean that. It's just for your own good."
"Is that so?" Terrence sneered, "Neither she nor I need this kind of concern."
Because of Rosse's status, Terrence had been kind enough.
Rosse's face was pale, and she could not squeeze out a word.