Elena Kent shouted, frowning.
There was indeed something wrong with Laura Kent's mood. Thinking of the fact that she had almost been hospitalized because of anger, Amelia Wytte finally stopped talking.
Elena Kent said, "Amelia Wytte, don't say that again. Do you really want to piss aunt off?"
Then she turned to look at Laura Kent and said, "Auntie, please don't be angry. Maybe she doesn't mean to harm you. She just..."
Before she could finish her words, Laura Kent's sensitive nerves were even more irritated. "She doesn't mean to harm me. She has killed my son, but she doesn't mean to harm me. Do you want me, an old bone, to be killed by her?"
"Aunt Donna..."
"You don't have to speak for her anymore!" Laura Kent waved her hand and said coldly, "this woman wants to make the Clinton family restless. I hope that the Clinton family will break up with the Wytte family."
"MRs. Kent!" Amelia Wytte's face darkened. "You can blame me, but please don't involve my family."
It was the first time that she had spoken to Laura Kent in such a serious tone.
Laura Kent was also stunned. The next second, she couldn't help crying out, "Okay, okay, okay. I'm really old. My son is dead again, so I have no one to rely on. What kind of person dares to bully me?"
She pointed at Amelia Wytte and said, "how dare this bitch yell at me! My poor Bill Clinton, come and have a look. This is the little bitch you like. Look at how she treats your old mother!"
"Auntie, don't be sad. I'll ask Amelia Wytte to apologize to you right now." Elena Kent said immediately.
"Apologize? What's the point of apologizing to me? If you want to apologize, you should go to my son's tomb to apologize to him!"
As soon as Laura Kent finished speaking, she tried to pull Amelia Wytte away. She kept asking Amelia Wytte to go to the tomb of song Wytte and apologize to him. While crying, she complained, "my Amelia Wytte, you are still killed by this woman at such a young age. This vicious woman!"
It had been a long time since she heard the name of Bill Clinton. Amelia Wytte was also stunned.
At this time, Laura Kent had already rushed up. She didn't realize that she was dragged out of the room.
Laura Kent said aggressively, "come with me. I'll see what else you can say to Bill Clinton's tomb!"
Amelia Wytte's wrist hurt because of her grip. She was almost dragged downstairs.
When they arrived at the door, the sound of the engine roared from far to near, and finally stopped.
The car stopped at the gate of the front yard. Nicola Clinton slowly walked in and saw that Laura Kent was holding Amelia Wytte's hand with a ferocious look on her face and crying.
Next to them stood Elena Kent. The smile on Nicola Clinton's face hadn't faded away because of her sudden return.
It was not until she saw Nicola Clinton from a distance that she couldn't hide her anxiety. With a concerned expression on her face, she held Laura Kent's hand and said, "aunt, forget it. The deceased is gone. You can't..."
Nicola Clinton walked up to them, her tall shadow covering them.
He said in a low voice with a hint of imperceptible anger, "what are you doing again?"
Since Laura Kent came back, they had been quarreling like this every two or three days. There was almost no peace in the Clinton family. In other words, it was thanks to Elena Kent who had stirred up the trouble.
Although Nicola Clinton didn't know what she was doing, he could still tell that
"Why do you ask me? Of course, take this bitch to your brother's tomb and kowtow to atone for his sin!"
These three words were like a mass of dark clouds that gathered above her head for a long time.
Every time she mentioned the name of Bill Clinton, the atmosphere was so chaotic that it made people feel headache.
Nicola Clinton felt a pang of fatigue in her heart, which was both tired and irritable, far more than the fatigue when he was dealing with business in the company.
Laura Kent was still suffering there. "I'm so unlucky. Since your brother died, even this little bitch has been able to piss me off. In my opinion, the wife of the Clinton family is just a decoration!"
Seeing that Nicola Clinton didn't say anything, she became more furious. "Bill Clinton sees you as his dearest brother, but look at his mother. What kind of life does she live in your Clinton family?"
"Mother!" Hearing this, Nicola Clinton's face darkened.
Without any restraint.
It was the first time that Nicola Clinton had been so cold to Laura Kent since he came back.
Just listening to it made her feel uncomfortable.
Laura Kent felt uneasy.
"There are some things that need to stop where they should stop." With a cold and emotionless look on her face, Nicola Clinton glanced at Laura Kent and said, "Mom, you're old enough to have a good rest. Don't worry about something."
"What do you mean?"
Nicola Clinton's face turned even colder. "If you feel it's really painful to stay in the Clinton family, why don't you go on a trip? I can ask my secretary to arrange a place for you. You don't need to take anything with you, you can go out and have fun without scruple."
"You..."
Laura Kent's face turned pale.
She had also experienced intrigues, so she couldn't understand what Nicola Clinton meant.
He was obviously threatening her.
If she continued to make trouble, would he send her away directly?
Then what's the point of being the wife of the Clinton family?
And the hatred between Bill Clinton and Amelia Wytte. How could she live a better life than what she had thought?
"You..." Laura Kent's voice was hoarse. After a long while, she closed her eyes and said, "Okay, okay. I'm indeed old enough to live a peaceful life!"
Then he shook off Amelia Wytte's hand, turned around and left.
There was an undisguised panic in her steps.
There was no doubt that Laura Kent was flustered. Since Nicola Clinton's deep rebuke, she should have realized that her stepson had gradually become out of control.
"Elena Kent!" Restless, Laura Kent took a few steps forward and called out Elena Kent's name loudly.
At this moment, Elena Kent was also in a panic because of the extremely low pressure emitted by Nicola Clinton. When she heard Laura Kent's shout, she immediately felt relieved and ran over with a sigh.
"Hurry up. Send me back to my room." Laura Kent held Elena Kent's hand and pressed it hard. "Hurry up. I'm not feeling well."
Elena Kent nodded and held her arm to leave. She didn't even dare to look back.