"Slander? You really have the nerve to say that." Joseph Sanders was furious, who knows how much effort he used to suppress the rage inside him.
The enemy who hurt his sister was right in front of him, yet he had no way to immediately deliver the punishment she deserved.
Emma Winton lowered her eyes, gently rubbed her temples, looking weak, "Do you have any other questions? I'm not feeling well, the doctor said I need more rest, so if there's nothing else, I'm going to rest."
She knew that the more you speak, the more mistakes you make, so Emma Winton didn't want to say more.
Wyatt Lewis called in the cleaner who came to testify, who was still insisting on proving that what she said was the truth, "Really, I'm not lying to you, I swear everything I just said is the truth."
Sister Leah sneered coldly, "I'm telling the truth too, or are you saying I'm lying?"
"You! You!" The cleaner was so angry she was at a loss for words.
