On the table, there is a lab report.
Tiana Thorne glanced at it: "You have advanced gastric cancer, with a son who has the mental capacity of a ten-year-old. I finally understand why your husband's family abandoned you and you fled abroad."
Upon hearing this, the widow's tears welled up, as someone exposed her fatal wound, all the bitterness surged forth.
"What does it matter to you? I haven't done anything, don't falsely accuse me. If you touch me again, I'll sue you and make you compensate!"
Tiana Thorne sneered: "Oh, trying to scam?"
"I have a video of your son crashing into my fiancé's car. Guess, if we go to the police, who will suffer, us or your son?"
The widow stiffened, then glanced at Alex, seeing him dumbfounded and crying, his eyes red, snot running down his face, looking filthy.
