"Enough of this useless talk," Shirley interrupted her, "just stay as far away from me as possible. You'd better not have any ideas about the child in my womb. Otherwise, I'll let you have a taste of what it's like to lose a limb or be disfigured.”

"How dare you threaten me?" Ada was enraged; her expression turned dark and unsightly. “Do you think you can do whatever you want since you're pregnant with Carter’s child? I'm tell you, Shirley. If I wanted to kill that vile spawn in your womb, I won't even need to lift a finger. Just you wait!”

Ada warned Shirley furiously. Ada was about to turn around to leave, but Camille was standing at the door of the bedroom.

"..." Ada’s face paled in a flash. She was at a loss as she watched Camille walk into the room slowly. "Mom."

Camille shot a look of disgust at Ada. "What now? Since you don't have to lift a finger yourself, whose hands do you plan to use to murder my grandson? Your mother's?"

"..." Ada bit her lip upon hearing this. Althoug