"Second, you refuse to acknowledge your daughter as Adam Jones’s concubine, which means she doesn’t even qualify as a minor concubine of the Jones family. So, what exactly does Miss Baker refer to as ’family matters’?"
Elly Campbell’s voice was soft and frail, as if she were a professional at playing the innocent victim.
When it came to playing the victim, no one could outdo her.
Therefore, even though her words sounded harsh to Sophie Baker and her daughter, to others, they were satisfying and didn’t seem too aggressive or overbearing.
Despite Elly Campbell’s harsh and piercing words, she was stating the facts, causing Melody Baker, who had been maintaining an elegant and dignified expression, to suddenly contort her face the next second.
What was even more infuriating was that she couldn’t refute the first point. How could she, when she and James Campbell hadn’t even had a wedding yet? It’s not like she could slap a marriage certificate on Elly Campbell’s face to prove she was already Mrs. Campbell, right?
Even if she said it, would everyone believe it? Isn’t it easy to Photoshop a marriage certificate online?
As for the second point, how could she refute it?
Would she admit that her daughter was Adam Jones’s concubine?
Seething, Melody Baker thought she could finally give Elly Campbell a tongue-lashing this time, possibly even upsetting her so much it could affect the baby in her belly, thereby avenging the past indignities she suffered in front of her.
But, as soon as Elly Campbell spoke, she left them speechless.
Glaring at Elly Campbell with gritted teeth for a long time, everyone around thought Melody Baker was about to hurl some unpleasant words back at Elly Campbell. Instead, she looked at Elly Campbell and suddenly smiled.
As her eyes softened, seemingly recalling something, she looked at Elly Campbell and said,
"Elly Campbell, you don’t need to use such words to humiliate my daughter and me. Your mom couldn’t control your dad, and now you can’t control Adam Jones. That’s your own lack of capability, you and your mother’s. Blaming and shaming us is pointless. With your eloquence, why don’t you go talk to Adam Jones? Is your real talent specifically bullying weak women like us?"
Helen Melendy and the store employees nearby couldn’t help but roll their eyes at that comment.
Having the audacity to be a mistress and still daring to call herself a ’weak woman’?
Oh right, despicable men do like such ’weak women’ as mistresses.
How resentful must this old mistress be towards her own mother, bringing her up every chance she gets?
Elly Campbell responded with a smile, "Weak women, is it?"
Her complexion was pale and worn. Was there anyone weaker than her, a so-called weak woman?
With a smile, she stepped closer to Melody Baker and her daughter and said,
"You’re right about one thing; I shouldn’t bother arguing with the two of you."
Her eyes downcast, her lips pursed, she gently massaged her right wrist with her left hand, her voice still soft and tender.
"There’s a popular saying online; you must have heard of it."
Elly Campbell’s gentle smile suddenly made a remark that baffled the Baker women.
Melody Baker looked at Elly Campbell with cold eyes and demanded.
"When you can use your hands, don’t blabber!"
As the words fell, and before the Baker women could react, she raised her right hand and slapped both their faces, left and right.
The two were completely unprepared, just moments ago, Elly Campbell had seemed so gentle, playing the victim, and now she had openly resorted to slapping them. They were dazed for a long time until they heard Sophie Baker’s shrill voice,
"Elly Campbell, how dare you hit me!"
Elly Campbell, her face momentarily revealing a shadow, looked at Sophie Baker with her usual frail demeanor and said,
"Didn’t your mom just complain I talked too much? I’m not talking much now, so why are you still not satisfied?"