Yolanda Greenwood clenched her chopsticks, her head bowed.
She wanted to retort, but a kind of bitter sorrow spread in her heart, making her feel nauseous.
She felt that if she opened her mouth, she would vomit right onto the dining table.
Seeing her like this, Isabella Ross became even more aggressive.
"I know a folk remedy. I had someone fetch the ingredients today; you should try it."
Of course, the remedy was fake. Tormenting Yolanda was her true intention.
Yolanda's complexion grew increasingly worse, and she just wanted to get up and leave.
"No need," Cooper Coldson slowly spoke up, "I don't like children."
"What nonsense are you talking about?" Isabella Ross almost dropped her chopsticks.
"I'm not talking nonsense." Cooper's face was serious. "I don't like children and I don't want children."
"You!" Isabella was furious.