"What do you mean, Clara? You don't mess with me on this!" snapped Mark, starting to look angry.
However, before Clara could answer Mark's question, Mark's cell phone rang. Bernadette's name was on it. He hurriedly accepted the call and vented his anger to the woman who sounded calm.
"Hey... what happened to you, honey? Why are you so upset when I haven't said anything," the woman said in a smooth voice that didn't sound emotional at all.
"Don't be a sweetheart, Laura! What do you really want?"
A tired sigh sounded from Bernadette's mouth. "How about it, Mark? You're the one who forced me to do this. You're playing favorites, do you realize that?"
Mark frowned. The face that was originally annoyed now turned confused. "What do you mean?"
"It's obvious what I mean, dear. Your child is
