Mrs. Collins looked at the blonde woman who was now sitting in front of her, her eyes darting from head to the lower that she could see before they were covered by the table. The expression on her face could not hide her displeasure at the sight of the woman who had invited her to meet her here.
From her appearance, the woman was indeed wearing Collins brand clothes, maybe it was a gift her son gave her, but even though she was wearing expensive clothes, her low class aura couldn't cover her.
"Ahem," the woman cleared her throat, to shake off her nervousness. "I'm Elizabeth, nice to meet you," the woman said, then stretched out her hand, trying to get to know the old woman in front of her.
Mrs. Collins' eyes only looked at the woman's outstretched hand, but she didn't reach for it at all, the expression on her face showing disgust to touch it.
