Chapter 779

　　Third person's POV 　　The door swung open. 　　Misha stared at Alma with wide eyes, thinking her sincerity had finally moved her. 　　But the next moment, Alma unhesitatingly lifted a basin of water and splashed it over her, drenching her from head to toe. "Stop making a fuss here! Don't try to coerce me with such theatrics. Whether you stay or do something more extreme, it has nothing to do with me. If you're looking for trouble, take it elsewhere, not here!" 　　Misha stood there, stunned. How could Mrs. Atkinson act so unreasonably? 　　"Why are you staring at me like that? Do you think this is a soap opera?" Alma sneered, "Now leave before you soil my place." 　　As she spoke, she shielded Hedwig's eyes, "Don't look, or it might ruin your mood." 　　Misha returned, drenched and furious, cursing under her breath, "Why is this old woman so difficult? She didn't have to help, but did she have to throw urine at me?" 　　Rolf pinched his nose and stepped back, "You better avoid her. That's probably