Jackson Taylor called Rose Taylor.
Since Rose had issued the card, she knew the card number best. Within a few minutes, Abigail's card was frozen.
Lying in the sickbed, Ruby Green, who had been in a volatile mood since yesterday, finally felt a little relieved when she heard the news, "I want to see how long she can stay jubilant. Without money, she can't even afford her tuition. One day she'll kneel down and beg us."
"You just rest and recuperate. There are just over two months left until our engagement. You can't act impulsively anymore. Once you become the Piers' young mistress, that cheap bitch means nothing." Rose comforted her daughter from the side.
Upon hearing this, a triumphant look appeared on Ruby's face, but soon it faded, "Mom, why did Master Brandon help that fat bitch yesterday?"
