The young girl clutched tightly at Arnold's white shirt, her voice holding a sobbing tone as she accused, "Have you started despising me because I don't have money now?"
Even the seasoned Second Young Master Simmons was taken aback by his sweet girl's seemingly illogical accusations.
He didn't quite grasp the meaning.
Yet, his delay in reacting was mistaken by Hannah as silent acceptance. She pushed the man away, covering her mouth as she shook her head, "I knew it! You men only care about money. When it comes to everything else, you couldn't care less."
As she bewailed, her eyes grew red and swollen, evoking pity. "What a waste of my heartfelt love."
Arnold pursed his lips, remaining silent for a while.
If he didn't realize his sweet girl was putting on a show now, something was truly wrong.
Her accusations were insincere, but her tears were real.
Arnold lowered his gaze to his dear girl, "Stop crying, your makeup is smudging."
