“Bertha, you dare.” Mrs. Jennifer slapped her hand firmly on the table.

“Why don't I dare?”

Mrs. Jennifer looked into Bertha's fierce eyes, she immediately lost and turned to look at Mr. Tabitha, crying.

“Husband, do you sit and watch your daughter bully me? Me and her, there's only one person left in the dining room. You choose."

Mr. Tabitha was stuck in the middle, he was extremely awkward, and feeling a headache.

Bertha saw him sigh, his wrinkled ...