"Clara, that's nonsense," Sandra said while leisurely sipping her tea, "Don't you blush when you lie in front of a child? You were jealous of me and Wilson, so you pushed me down the stairs, trying to kill me and my baby. Fortunately, I managed to survive, but my baby..."

Sandra deliberately looked at Yanny and said, "If my baby were alive, my baby would be about the same age as your son."

"Sandra, shut up!" Clara said. She knew that Sandra was intentionally saying this so that Yanny would hear it. Clara didn't think it's right to drag a child into the grudges between them adults.

"You're just getting emotional because of the guilt," Sandra laughed. She then stood up and walked over to Yanny.

"Do you know that, a few years ago, your mommy was jealous that your daddy liked me, so she hurt me and the little baby in my tummy? Think about it, your mommy killed a little child who was the same age as you!"

Sandra smiled while saying those cruel words to the child!

Yanny was more mature