"Mother, are you kidding me? How can Father not give you money? Even if you don't like me smashing things, you can't lie to me like this."
Maria raised her eyebrows and widened her eyes.
"Why should I lie to you about such a thing? What good will lying to you do me? You're my daughter, so of course I want to give you all the best things."
"But the fact is that if you continue smashing things like this, you won't be able to hang out. You might even go hungry."
Mrs. Wilson told Maria what might happen. At the same time, she couldn't help but feel uneasy.
Ever since the day she married Mr. Wilson, he had never stopped giving her two million of living expenses every month. This had been going on for nearly twenty years until it suddenly stopped recently. It was hard for Mrs. Wilson not to let her imagination run wild.