Seeing Lorraine Hughes not respond, Madam Bolton added, "Have you gone to see a doctor? Are you too thin to conceive?"
Madam Bolton was just short of saying if you can't give birth, let someone else do it.
Lucy Morgan appeared again, and her intentions were quite clear.
Connor Bolton's family was ready to watch the drama unfold.
Amelia Bolton frowned but didn't speak, only gesturing to her daughter, Sarah Young, not to get involved. Her mother was a sharp person, always making life hard for others when her father was around, and age hadn't diminished her sharpness. As a daughter, she couldn't criticize too much.
Lorraine Hughes still ignored her.
Madam Bolton slammed her chopsticks on the table. "Don't you know the rules? I'm speaking to you!"
Lorraine Hughes finally turned her head, "Me?"
"Who else would it be?"
"Are you calling me by name?"
It had been years since Madam Bolton had been talked back to by a younger generation, and now, infuriated, her chest heaved.
