Sarah was a little cautious. She always felt trapped when talking to this woman, who clearly seemed to dislike her. "I am choosing bed sheets. What's the matter? Should I come back home?" Sarah said nervously.
"Why do you still call me, Mrs. Thomas, when you are getting married? You will be a lady of the Thomas family; how can you go out picking sheets by yourself? What a shameful thing! You should order the merchant to provide a home delivery service for you." Mrs. Thomas's tone was very strict. It seemed that she was blaming her.
Sarah kept silent while tightly squeezing the sheets in her hands. She felt upset but didn't dare say anything about it.
Mrs. Thomas exhaled sharply down the phone and said, "You go back now. You needn't show yourself outside. I want to discuss something with you."
"Charles's apartment or back to the family home?" asked Sarah carefully.
