Chapter 109: James Thompson's Child?

Sophia Hart puffed up with anger, "Julia, how can they casually say you're a murderer like that?"

Julia Land's beautiful eyes twinkled with amusement, and she scoffed, "Easy, they all just grew an extra mouth."

Sophia snorted with laughter, "Julia, grew an extra mouth? That would be non-human."

"Right, non-human."

Julia had always refused to be the kind of person who pushed others into the abyss.

Parroting others.

Gossip was fine, but it depended on what the gossip was about.

Julia chatted with Sophia for a while, but feeling unwell, she ended the call.

James Thompson had temporarily left for the kitchen while Julia was on the phone with Sophia.

Curious, Julia heard the sound of chopping from the kitchen and went to check it out in her slippers.

Mr. Thompson, wearing a black robe, had his well-defined hand on a cleaver.

He was cutting pork ribs.

The key point was, there was a stand on the counter with a mobile phone on it, playing a video on how to stir-fry ribs.