"I was praising you, why are you ignoring me? You really have a temper," Lana Fern huffed coldly. "But I understand, it's because of that matter, isn't it?"
"No, it's not that. My sister and Mr. Cheney are getting married, you should not be surprised."
"I told you long ago, they are a perfect match, good-looking and talented. But you insisted on interfering, making it about yourself."
"Your meddling was not worth it in the end, you lost more than you gained. Jasmine Yale, do you feel pathetic or not?"
Jasmine Yale listened to her chattering on.
She felt no turbulence in her heart, as if she was listening to a stranger's story.
"Jasmine Yale, I warned you a while ago, but you didn't listen, you were so eager to please. Look at you, you're not ugly, you could've married a civil servant or a small white-collar worker. But no, you had to fall for Mr. Cheney."
"People cannot be too greedy. You need to take a good look at yourself and measure your own weight."
