Charles Mcintosh's car is really good, even better than the one she drives in Lonton.
When she told him she was better off, it was just a fleeting taunt.
How could she possibly be better off than him...
He was in Landon with Mr. Cheney, exercising remarkable power and influence, and had all the position, wealth, and money one could wish for.
Meanwhile, she was wandering the world, without a fixed home, how could she be better off than him...
She just didn't want to admit it.
A veil of white mist shrouded Lilac Serval's eyes, lingering like the vapor outside the window, intense and somber.
It just wouldn't fade away.
His life was better than hers, but she didn't feel any jealousy or envy.
She just hated people who were better off, yet still insulted and flaunted their superiority in front of her.
And Charles Mcintosh was just such a person.
Each time he appeared, it was as if he poured a handful of salt on her wounds.
