"Miss Yale, let me help you," said the servant, who dared not let Jasmine Yale carry her own luggage.
She quickly took the suitcase from Jasmine's hands.
"I can hail a cab myself, no need to bother the driver," Jasmine said.
"It's better to have our driver take you, it's difficult to hail a cab here."
"That's fine, no need to trouble others," Miss Yale laughed.
She was no well-bred miss; she used to be just like them. It was only that Sylvan Cheney was kind to her, not allowing her to do household chores and providing her the best of everything.
But how could she not understand her own status?
Over the years, housekeeper Tomer would remind her from time to time that she was just a foundling, not a real young lady.
She was very clear about all of this.
She never acted arrogantly because of Sylvan's favor, never squandered money, and never bullied people out of a sense of entitlement.
