Amanda walked over to Margaret, who was now lying down after taking a bath and was already neatly dressed in warm, bluish-black clothes, and wearing light make-up. She sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the woman with a flat gaze.
"I said goodbye to get out of here," she said.
"Go, you shouldn't even have to say goodbye because when you leave, my life feels comfortable and peaceful!" said Margaret curtly.
Amanda was silent with a tightness in her chest, feeling sick and wondering why she was always treated badly just because she came from a poor family.
"Madam... Why do you always judge me badly? Would you also be like this to other poor people?" She asked.
"I'm not that bad, Amanda. I can be nice to the poor people out there, but that doesn't mean I can be nice to you!" Margareth confirmed, glancing at Amanda scornfully. "Seeing you is like seeing Adriana. I hate her, there won't even be peace between us!"
