June's voice boomed across the room, drawing an ever-growing crowd.
Today, she was hell-bent on publicly shaming Quinn's family.
"Quinn, let's be honest, you've really failed as a mother-in-law," June sneered, hands on her hips. "You can't even keep your live-in son-in-law in check. No wonder you're stuck in the projects now."
What did she just say?
They're living in the projects?
Upon hearing this, the onlookers instinctively took a couple of steps back.
To them, the projects were synonymous with poverty and filth.
Anyone coming from there must be teeming with germs.
"June, how can you talk about Quinn like that?" Xavier stepped forward. "If her husband wasn't such a loser, things wouldn't be this bad."
Quinn's entire body shook with rage.
Chelsea's brows knitted together in fur
