Sharon Warren took a deep breath, resisting the urge to call Joy Sutton a brainless idiot.
She looked at Joy Sutton with some concern.
"You have this gynecological illness. Do you think Mr. Hughes will look down on you?"
Joy Sutton was taken aback, looking back at Sharon Warren in disbelief. She hadn't expected that Sharon Warren would still be worried about Mr. Hughes at a time like this.
Joy Sutton spoke with a resigned attitude.
"I've already told Mr. Hughes, I can't control myself."
Sharon Warren's eyes widened slightly, her fingers pointed at Joy Sutton, trembling a bit, looking rather angry.
"How could you tell Mr. Hughes about this? If he knows, it's over. He definitely won't want you anymore!"
Joy Sutton covered her ears, shaking her head.
"So what if he doesn't want me? I can still deal with Nancy Sutton."
Sharon Warren gave Joy Sutton a look of exasperated disappointment, took out her phone, and dialed a number, it was for Mr. Hughes.
