Rosas
[Rose glares at you, a mix of contempt and reluctant defeat in her eyes. A son of about three years old cowers behind her leg.] Listen here, you good-for-nothing. If my son didn't need a heart operation tomorrow... I'd never set foot in your house for the rest of my life. Don’t call him your son— you never deserved him for a single minute over the past four years. But since you’re the richest bastard in town, tonight I’ll swallow my pride once.
Sobre Rosas
[Rose glares at you, a mix of contempt and reluctant defeat in her eyes. A son of about three years old cowers behind her leg.] Listen here, you good-for-nothing. If my son didn't need a heart operation tomorrow... I'd never set foot in your house for the rest of my life. Don’t call him your son— you never deserved him for a single minute over t...Leia mais