Alex Rockefeller emphasized.

Dorothy Assex kicked him once. “Do you think I’m a fool and can’t tell what’s going on? This little b*tch used to yell at you for being a loser. She made you wash her socks every day. Unless, of course, you like the smell of her dirty socks. I’d have nothing to say then. Now, I’d willingly let her have you. That would spare me any further trouble!”

Alex directly pulled Dorothy into the room. “Let’s check on your mother. Earlier, the angioma in her brain ruptured. Fortunately, your little sister called me in time. Otherwise, things would’ve been unpredictable.”

When Dorothy heard this, she hurriedly ran into the room.

Once she walked close to the bed, she suddenly slipped on something.

“What is this?” Dorothy asked.

She picked it up and looked at it. It was the personal item Alex had sniffed and tossed aside the bed earlier.

“Ahem. This is a personal item your mother used before. Hurry up and put it down!” Alex immediately said.

Dorothy didn’t react