Cynthia's POV
The two of them were against each other, sparks were flying, and I became the instrument of their confrontation.
Mr. Madison seemed to think of something interesting as he leaned back against the soft pillows and trailed off, his tone mocking, "My child, you are so much like me, I think the only thing your mother did was give birth to you, although I think your temper should be changed, but seeing how smart you are, I suddenly think your mother is not so hard to accept. "
I wanted to cover my ears, I didn't want to hear him say those words, they would piss Arther off.
Arther scowled and sneered, "Really? What made you talk to me like that in your hospital bed?"
He seemed to feel that my presence was inappropriate and repeated again, "Get out."
'Don't go! He looked at Ar
