"Is it because I have no family background, no connections, unable to help Chester Yale, and might even become a reason for others to mock him?" Evelyn Sherman took the cup from his hand and placed it on the bedside table, speaking calmly.
Before she arrived, she had already considered all the things Sheldon Yale might say to her.
It's proper to extend courtesy before resorting to force, and for the moment Sheldon Yale was still treating her kindly, but she feared that as soon she insisted on not leaving Chester, he would fly into a rage and scold her for being blind to what's good for her, right?
As Evelyn thought this, her expression grew even more serene, waiting unruffled for his reaction.
"That's only part of it. If it were merely about family background, today upon your arrival, I would have slapped a check on your face and told you to stay as far away from Chester as possible. In your heart, didn't you also think I might do that?"
