From the past until now, Lisa had never liked Greta. First of all, she always gave her a mocking look and didn’t want to accept her as Oscar’s wife. The second, and worst of all, the demonic woman kidnapped William and hid him from her, the boy’s birth mother.

Now that she knew what Kumala had to go through because of Greta, the more reasons for Lisa to hate the demonic woman!

Hearing Lisa’s words made Greta’s stomach feel funny. “Hey, don’t think I don’t know what you mean by approaching my son! Commoners like you are always after a man’s money and status to climb up! Isn’t it like that, huh? You approached Oscar because of his position and wealth, right?”

“Alright, listen to me. While I’m still kind and polite to you, I suggest you stay away from Oscar. Even if you cry blood or dance in the middle of the street naked, I won’t approve of your marriage to Oscar.” Greta continued coldly.

Just as Lisa couldn’t stand to hear Kumala being insulted and humiliated like before, Kumala also couldn’t stand hearing her daughter being treated so badly. Like a fire doused with gasoline, the woman’s heart burned.

Without waiting for Lisa’s reaction, Kumala walked up to Greta and showed her a hateful look. Like a hen protecting her chicks, Kumala stood in front of Lisa, covering her.

“Never bring our past problems here. If you have a problem with me, you can settle it with me. But don’t you ever dare insult or touch Lisa! She is my daughter, and I know her best. Lisa is not the type of woman who likes to leech off the status of a rich man just to raise her own in the community. You can insult me, but never insult my daughter!”

Hearing that made Greta burst out laughing, as if she’d heard the funniest joke in her life. The middle-aged woman lifted her chin and looked at Kumala with a mocking gaze.

“Kumala… Turns out you are a stupid mother. Obviously you defended Lisa and said that she’s not that type of woman. You’re her mother, so it’s only natural that you defend her!” Greta said sharply as she raised her sunglasses, “You just want Lisa and Oscar’s marriage to go smoothly because you couldn’t get Peter, right? Ah, I didn’t think that you still had Peter in your heart. My poor beloved husband is in the heart of a peasant!”

“You hope you can get close to Peter again by forcing Lisa to marry Oscar, right? Don’t tell me what I just said was wrong. I know you, Kumala. But please, never expect Peter to turn his back on me and choose a commoner like you!”

“You seem to have gone mad, don’t you, Greta. Who said that I still like Peter? Ever since I broke up with him, I don’t love that man anymore! Now I have absolutely no intention of going after Peter again or forcing Lisa to marry Oscar just so I can get close to him.”

“You think I’m a stupid woman, huh? Anyone can see that you still have feelings for me and want to get Peter back!”

At the same time, before Kumala could reply to Greta’s harsh words, Lisa stepped forward and grabbed her mother’s arm. She couldn’t stand the harsh words that kept coming out of Greta’s lips.

“Greta, my patience has a limit. Don’t think I’m not going to fight you and grab your gray hair just because you’re much older than me. Listen well while I’m still being kind,” Lisa mocked using the same sentence as Greta earlier, “You’d better not look for trouble because you don’t have anyone to defend you here. You don’t want your appearance to be messy because of my hands, right?”

After saying that, Lisa turned and saw Kumala, “Let’s go home now, mom.”

Lisa didn’t want to argue with Greta anymore. Today she was too tired to deal with that demonic woman and saw her mother being humiliated in front of her. She knew arguing with Greta was like talking to a brick wall. Even though her mouth was foaming and the veins in her neck were all bulging out, Greta definitely wouldn’t listen to her and continued to accuse her carelessly.

Instead of having her patience run out and causing her emotions to explode, she decided to back off. As many have said, giving up doesn’t mean losing.

Having such thoughts made Lisa turn around and continue to tug on her mother’s arm. The sooner they got out of Greta’s presence, the better. 

Of course Greta didn’t walk over to them because that would mean she’d lost her mind. She only saw the backs of the two women disappear when they turned in an alley. The fire of emotions in her body made her chest rise and fall rapidly. 

After a brief meeting with Lisa earlier, Greta had two strong desires. She would never approve of Lisa and Oscar’s marriage. And secondly, if the woman came and cried with her crocodile tears, she wouldn’t feel bad about it and would laugh at her damned face.

About 10 minutes later, Lisa and Kumala returned to the house. They were sitting on the same couch but in a different mood from 30 minutes ago. Who would have thought that this brief encounter with Greta could spoil their happiness in the blink of an eye?

Lisa got up from the sofa and opened the living room’s window, hoping that the afternoon breeze would take away her mother’s sadness. Then the woman sat down next to her mother again, but this time there was no distance between them. Their shoulders and thighs touched.

If Lisa disagreed with Kumala’s wish to show her the park that she said had just opened, they probably wouldn’t have met Greta today. They should have been relaxing at home, enjoying their fruit salad, and maybe watching TV or gossiping.

“Mom, are you alright?” Lisa asked quietly.

Actually, Kumala wasn’t hurt because the wound in her heart had dried up long ago. However, when she heard Lisa’s sincere question with that painful voice, Kumala couldn’t hold back her tears anymore. The poor woman lowered her head and tried to stop the tears running down her cheeks.

“I am fine..” Kumala said, her low voice cracking.