The sun set, the sky was dim, accompanied by a cold wind, which was somewhat chilling.
Mrs. Davis stepped out of the coffee shop and stood on the steps with a face that looked like she had eaten a bitter gourd.
Her lips were firmly pressed together, she was doing her utmost to maintain her dignity.
She did not expect that this countryside-girl would have such a sharp tongue, not only belittling their Davis family but also her son.
Looking down on the Davis family, what audacity she had.
Who did she think she was, thinking she was superior just because she seemed less interested in money and spoke arrogantly?
What a joke.
Liam Davis was enamoured with her, was he blind? Enthralled by her.
A cunning woman, even thinking about entering the Davis household, when there's no chance she could do that.
Mrs. Davis' chest heaved violently, she stood at the entrance of the coffee shop for a while before preparing to leave.
