Aurelia flashed a sardonic smile, thinking, "What kind of rotten luck would a woman have to end up in this household?"
"What about this," she proposed, "If Emma comes and pleads with me on Ritchie's behalf, I'll hire a lawyer and bail him out.”
Perla's heart tightened. Now that Emma had moved out with her two daughters, the last thing she wanted was to beg her for anything.
"Why does she have to be the one to come?"
"Because I’m closer to her comparing to you guys," Aurelia said, nonchalantly.
Perla grunted, "She moved out with her burdens, where am I supposed to find her? Are you deliberately making things difficult for me?"
Aurelia's gaze turned icy, "Auntie Perla, you're also a woman. Are you a burden?"
Jelena snickered, "Only the ones who can't make money are burdens, aren't they? Ritchie's in his thirties now, what can he do other than spend money? If one day you fall sick and are bedridden, can he even shell out a dime to help you?"
Perla was infuriated. In her eyes, her son was the best, incomparable to anyone else.
"Shut up, you brat!" she snapped. "You're an internet celebrity doesn't mean you're all that. Ritchie is the eldest son and grandson of the Hawthorne family. It's not your place to criticize him.”
Aurelia leisurely sipped her soup, “Anyway, I've already stated my conditions. Whether you agree or not, it's up to you."
Perla wanted to retort, but Rahul held her back, "Alright, go and persuade Emma, and ask her to move back in with the kids."
Perla glared at him but said no more.
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