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"Go ahead," Liam's so-called mother's tone was unpleasant. "Hurry up, stop beating around the bush."
Maria took a deep breath and asked, "May I ask how old you are?"
"I'm 52. What about it?" Liam's mother replied.
Maria nodded. "Oh, you're only 52. Well, you should still be able to move around, right? It's too early for Liam to support you."
"What?! I'm his mother! Of course he has to support me."
"It's fine for him to do so if you become unable to work. Furthermore, he doesn't have a responsibility to support his brother especially when his parents are still alive. If his parents are dead, then maybe, but that's not the case now, isn't it?" Maria was angered by Liam's mother, and her tone was equally unpleasant.
She felt sorry for Liam.
Liam's mother shouted back as soon as she heard Maria's words. "Who the hell do you think you are? You're bold enough to say this to me? What would Liam think if he heard what you said to me."