Elin could obviously tell it was Bria's voice. She leaned back against the bed, glaring daggers at her.
"Why are you here? You're not welcome here, get out."
Without her mother around, she didn't need to hide her hatred for Bria.
Bria walked in and stood beside Elin's bed, then stared at her as she looked her up and down.
Elin didn't look too well. Her hair was unkempt, and her face was sickly pale as if she had just given birth. Strictly speaking, she looked like she had a miscarriage.
"But where was her child?" thought Bria.
"Elin, where's your child?"
Bria's gaze swept across the room before returning to Elin's face, staring at her.
"None of your business."
Elin frowned and said in a low voice. Bria sneered, "None of my business? Didn't you lose your child from arguing with me?
