Emma Smith gently comforted her, and the little one gradually stopped crying.
Avery Clark's gaze couldn't help but be drawn to Little Cold Dumpling in her arms. Her eyes were somewhat blank.
Only when Little Cold Dumpling stopped crying did Emma Smith raise her head. With no gloating or adding insult to injury, her gaze was very calm.
"You know, I've never liked you," Emma said straightforwardly, without any pretense.
Avery Clark knew what kind of person she was, so there was no point in pretending otherwise: "From the first time I saw you, I had arguments with you. I don't like you at all. Just looking at you, I know you're the kind of person who despises the poor and loves the rich, judges families, and a self-righteous nouveau riche."
"What did you say about me?" As expected, a few casual words from Emma were enough to ignite Avery Clark's anger!
