Alitzel Williams glared at her son, each one failing to give her peace of mind.
Joy Ward lowered her head and sighed softly, her eyes flashing with deep sadness and helplessness, "Auntie, don't blame them, it's me who's not good enough."
While speaking, tears continued to spin in her eyes, her demeanor sad and distressed yet still speaking up for them, stirring pity in Alitzel's heart.
Such a good girl, and yet they don't appreciate her.
"Joy, don't be sad, you know Waylon is all about his work, he's just wooden. You're so great; give him some time, and he'll see your worth."
Joy Ward could only bite her lip and nod, her eyes filled with sadness.
After a moment of silence, seeing the awkward atmosphere, Alitzel tried to change the subject, "By the way, Joy, I must thank you. Thanks to you, the old man is much better now; it's all your merit, you are a great benefactor to our Lewis Family."