Phoebe Thorne was going all out today. 'I have to ruin this bastard's reputation—it would be best if he gets fired. After all, I never see a cent of that bastard's salary anyway. If he loses his job, I'll just take my child back to my parents' house and work a pedicab. With my own two hands, I'm sure I can make a living.'
"That's ridiculous! What mistress? My parents are in poor health, and that money is for their medicine," Brian Chapman blustered, his expression panicked, though his voice grew even louder.
Stan returned with the buns—steaming hot pork buns. The director said gently, "Have a bun first. We can't let the child go hungry."
"Thank you, Director. I'm sorry for all the trouble."
Phoebe Thorne thanked him, feeling embarrassed. 'If I hadn't been pushed to the brink, I never could have brought myself to cause a scene like this. But Sixth Uncle was right. If I don't go for broke now, I'll never be able to take my child and leave.'
"Go on, eat."
