A few hours ago at M Resort...
She throws her bag on the couch. It angered Hilda that her son turned her down because of that woman.
"Your son seems to have forgotten who we are!" Hilda blurted out at Fred. "We are his parents! His own blood!"
Scrutinizing at Hilda, he shook his head and then ignored his wife, pacing back and forth in front of him.
But Hilda continues mumbling, and it irritates him. "Why don't you take a seat?" Fred suggested to his wife, gesturing to the empty sofa across from him.
Hilda dropped her body on the cushion. But she resumes ranting out. She recalled how daring the dress Hailey wore was. 'Why do young women these days not wear any brassiere!? Tch!'
"That woman is a vixen! She bewitches our son to go against us!"
"Enough, Hilda. Stop saying nonsense things!" Fred blurted out. He felt ridiculous listening to his wife.
