A moment later, the crisp sound of a slap echoed as Mrs. Morgan hit Julian's arm.
Elara's heart warmed slightly. 'It seems my sister-in-law still cares about me.'
But in the next second, Elara heard Mrs. Morgan scolding Julian: "How many times have I told you? No matter how much you dislike her, you have to put on an act. You can't say things like that out loud!
Besides, she's old enough to get married soon. Once she does, she won't be around to bother our family anymore, so what are you so afraid of!
As for Rina, who knows how long she can last with that condition of hers? You should be nicer to her. She might be of great use someday, you know?"
Mrs. Morgan mumbled the last few words, so much so that not only Elara outside the door, but even Julian sitting right next to her, couldn't hear them clearly.
"Mom, my wife isn't here today—she went to visit her parents. She's too reserved to bring this up, so I'll just be blunt: we want to have a baby.
