Tracy leaned on the door and listened. Her expression was a little complicated. "Something is wrong. Why is my son screaming now? And he screams more miserably. Is Shirley beating him up?"
Molly said, "How could that be? Mrs. Stewart is elegant and gentle. She speaks softly. As a refined noble lady, she won't do such a violent thing."
"You don't know her well and were deceived by her gentleness. In fact, she's very rough, quite like me when I was young..."
"Then, you have less reason to worry. I can only say that Mrs. Stewart has a technique to deal with Mr. Stewart. Heehee... I didn't expect to see this side of Mr. Stewart. I'm too embarrassed to hear it."
Molly imagined the scene inside and couldn't help but cover her face with embarrassment.
"You're right. This should be called a technique of dealing with the husband!"