If a child lives with criticism, he learns to condemn; if a child lives with fairness, he learns justice; if a child lives with hostility; he learns to fight.
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Today was divinely meant to be shitty, Scarlett concluded as soon as she saw that woman. If Jasper's parents had been nagging her about giving birth to a child, then this woman should be called a chief demon.
"Elizabeth Emerson," that was the name of the blonde-haired woman with fiery blue eyes staring back at her right now with an infuriating smirk.
That woman was Emerson's younger "unmarried" sister, who's clocked forty already but decides to drink from the fountain of youth with the help of cosmetics and beauty surgery.
Scarlett took in a deep breath, preparing for the war ahead. Of course, why wouldn't this woman come at this perfect time to gloat at her problem?
